Blog they said. You are The Poop. Earning the title of THE POOP is like getting a peeeightchdee from the University of Poopery. Anyone who works with animals probably understands this. We have four-legged tail-wagging (or tail-swishing) machines who make it. We give them a bowl of material to work with and they promptly begin processing it. All we have to do is pick it up. There is some finesse to pooper scooping and at some point I got really good at it.
I also learned to read it, like some folks read tea leaves. I haven’t gotten to the point of knowing the depositor’s age or breed just yet. I can however discern an array of health issues. If all of our canine guests leave tootsie rolls, it is a good day.
I promise I will never write about this again, but did want to explain why I am proud to carry this title. It is better than being made a ‘Lady’ by the Queen. Now all that remains is to figure out a way to recycle and profit.
~ THE POOP