Yesterday afternoon, The Man was in a rush to get to a dinner meeting for this youth group thing he helps out, and asked me if I could walk the dog. Then he rephrased, and asked if I was physically capable of walking the dog. "I mean," he says, "could you pick up poop?" And I stopped and thought about it, and realised that, yeah, actually, that might be a little difficult now. When we had a foot of snow on the ground, and she was climbing up snowbanks (as she loves to do) it was no trouble, but now...it would certainly be tougher! I could, but since it's so much easier for him, I let him have that privilege. :)
If you can't use a giant preggo belly to get out of scooping poop, there's something wrong with the world!
If you can't use a giant preggo belly to get out of scooping poop, there's something wrong with the world!
And if you play your cards right you might be able to make it last longer--I used to change the litterbox before I got pregnant w/Chunky--it's been almost 7 years and I haven't had to do it! Hee hee!
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