I never thought I’d be writing an article about picking up dog poop, but here we are.
It used to be a cruel form of punishment that my Mom exacted on her unruly kids. My eight siblings and I loved riling each other up, but we hate-hate-HATED picking up shit. So we behaved. (Sometimes.)
I don’t have kids to punish, though. It’s just me and Shoogie—my little American bulldog-Pit bull mix—and I’ve got to pick up her shit whether I like it or not. So I learned to like it.