the glamorous side of dog ownership.

as excited as i am to see spring poke his much anticipated head around the corner, i am dreading some of the little gifts that he brings. specifically, i am forced to deal with the massive amount of dog waste in the backyard. yesterday afternoon i finally mustered up the courage to face the mighty poo beast that had been living in my yard for the past 4 months. armed with a heavy duty trash bag and a bad attitude, i attempted to pluck all of the landmines from the backyard. things were going well (as well as picking up dog crap can go, i guess) until the trash bag betrayed me. i was on a roll, but the weight of the poo could not be contained by the bag. and it ripped. and i got poo on my shoes. and i got pissed. so i gave up for now.

the ferocious waste maker.

this shot was taken moments before i picked up the bag and the poosplosion occured. this little bag contains only a fraction of the yard bombs.

i promise you that i am much better about cleaning up after gerty during the summer. but who wants to dig through the snow to search for dog doo? not me. and i ALWAYS carry a bag with me when i walk her, so if you find a present in your yard, it was not my dog.

so, dog owners, how often do you go on a grunt hunt (as my mom likes to say)? do you have any tips to make the process less laborious? as weird as this may sound: tell me how you pick up dog crap.