About 2 weeks ago, some neighbor’s dog came along in the night and left a disgusting brown pile right smack in the middle of the driveway. It was almost in our pathway as we walk down our driveway and up the rock steps to the dining hall.
We couldn’t help but talk about it some that day. I didn’t want my girls to step in it, so every time they were walking that way, I’d tell them to “watch out for the dog poop!”
Sometime that afternoon, the UPS truck came and delivered a package. I noticed after he had gone that the pile of poop had been flattened and most of it had (I guess?) been carried away on his tires. I pointed that out to Avery and said I was glad that the UPS truck had come and cleaned that mess up for us.
There was still a mark there in the gravel as proof that his tires hadn’t been completely thorough in their clean-up duty, and Avery would often comment on that as we walked by.
About two days later though…. she noticed that it was completely gone. Her theory of what had happened??
“The UPS truck came back and cleaned up the rest of the dog poop!”
And today it was Malin’s turn to make me laugh. She came up from a fun hour of swimming in the creek with the proclamation:
“I know how to make homemade water – get ice, put it in a cup, let it melt. …. Someday I want to try that.”