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Don’t SH*T Where You Live

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When I was little I had chores. One of the most memorably disgusting ones was cleaning the dog pens. 

We kept hunting dogs, mainly short haired pointers and Dad had made them an enclosure consisting of two separate pens that the dogs could move through freely. 

I really hated cleaning up dog crap. 

Good thing was though, the dogs crapped only in one place in that little maze dad made them. Not through any credit to us humans you understand. The dog houses and feeding bowls were in one pen and the dog latrine was in the other pen. The dogs we had used that one pen, usually relegating their business to one corner. 

This made my job easier for two