Sons of bitches! Bumpuses!

I have cats. I have 2 cats that never go outside. One of the main bonuses of cats is that they use a litter box. One spot, never a chance I'm not going to accidentally step in cat poop. It's like you give up the undying constant love of a dog but in return there is minimal scooping involved. Is it really fair then that that I have to worry about stepping into piles of poo in my back yard? It happened again this morning. Coffee in hand I wander out back to my tomato plants to check if the last crop of tomatoes have begun to turn red, on the way back to the house I'm enjoying the colors, the leaves on the big tree in our yard are now all yellow and the little tree is juuuuust starting to turn a little yellOH MY GOD DON'T STEP IN THAT PILE!!! (that was the little narration in my head)

About a month ago I saw the across the street neighbor's dog in our back yard. He's getting old and has now begun to wander out of their yard. They've had him for many years and he has never strayed from their property until recently. So, I feel bad that the dog is getting old and don't want to say anything to them to add to their "poor Chester" thoughts. Of course if next time I actually step in one of Chester's little presents I may be singing a different tune, but for now I will just shake my fist and get a-scooping.


*subject line from "A Christmas Story"