The other day I was sitting in my backyard reading and I noticed an
unusual amount of flies buzzing around. And dog poop. We rarely ever
have flies in our backyard and we pretty much never have any dog poop
because we do not have a dog. So, I decided all the poop was either
because the universe really is crapping on me or that raccoons poop
like dogs and raccoons do keep visiting us at night. Either way, if we
had a dog, it would be my husband's job to clean the poop, so I left it
for him to clean up. I am such a good wife. Yesterday, I told my
husband about the way too many flies and piles of poop in our yard and
he just kind of looked at me like I was exaggerating. Ok, whatever.
Why would we have fly attracting dog poop in our yard?
This morning
I took a shower and got dressed and then opened the curtains to let
some sun in and survey the amount of flies. Imagine my shock when I
saw this looking back at me:
This wasn't the only one. There was also a big scary German
Shepherd and a weird scary wolf looking thing. All three dogs were not
only swarming with FLIES, but they were running all over my yard
leaving calling cards.
I took these photos through the sliding glass door because I was afraid the big dogs would bite me to death. They are the dogs that never stop barking that live next door. They'd bitten and clawed a hole in the fence between our yards and were living it up on our lawn. The hole was hidden behind our lemon tree and I wonder now how long these dog parties have been going on. It doesn't really matter. It just matters that I was right and my husband was wrong and that now all the dog poop is gone and the broken fence is mended. I don't think our neighbors are taking very good care of their dogs. They all looked mangy.
I wonder if we should take the neighbor's dogs acting crazy and Karen's cats hiding under a table as signs that there's going to be an earthquake. Just to be safe, we better stock up on diet coke and nutter butters.
