I do not have a scab collection.
Which means that, yes…SOMETIMES I don’t pick up Rolo’s poops when I take him for a walk. Before you shake your head in judgemental dismay, allow me to explain. If I am walking Rolo in a park or neighhourhood I always pick up his poo. But, if I am walking him in a rural area, and he’s dropping a log in an orchard, I let it act as a natural fertilizer. Call it karma. We live on an orchard and our neighbours’ dogs always meander into our yard and leave fresh nuggets steaming in the rows of apples. And we don’t mind. Farmland is allowed to have a bit of poop on it, don’t you know? Between the marmots, mice, next-door dogs and transient workers, a lot of poop gets left on our property and we’re none the worse for it. So, orchard poops are OK in my books. Neighbourhood poops and park poops are not OK and I make sure to carry a bag with me to pick up such treasures.
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I’m very relieved to hear you don’t have a jar filled with your old scabs. Phew.
So how was bungee jumping?
Mmmm…warm dog poo.
I agree with it being a natural fertilizer :)
LOL, you don’t need to justify leaving the poop as long as the scab collection is fictional!
thank god there’s no bag o’ scabs.
Amen to what everyone else has said. My heart is beating a little lighter now. I thought I had been friends with a closet creep for years!
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