Date night for Pigalinas – after a couple of delicious beers and a (cheeseless) pizza in town we arrived home to a freezing cold house. While Mr Pigalina chose a movie I headed out to the garage for firewood.
The side door had come open and somebody has a habit of going in and pooing in the garage.
Sure enough, he had done it again – though it was only discovered once I had walked right across the light carpet in the lounge to deposit the logs.
Thanks mate. There’s nothing like a trail of crap on the carpet to make a date night awesome.
This invoice in the mailbox meant that the lawnmower man has been – a month earlier than expected. It also meant that he would have encountered the dog poos that are usually cleared up before each of his visits…
I hope I have been good enough this year for Santa to bring me this game – I can’t wait to scoop faux dog poo!
You may recall I have mentioned coming across abandoned, bagged, dog poo before. WELL! I have found the meeting place! What is everyone doing? Are you trying to send the Council a silent message that you would like a bin? Why not ask them? I have done so on your poo-leaving behalf. FFS Dunedin take your bagged dog poo home with you – if you are conscientious enough to pick it up why can’t it make it to your bin?
Next time, train your dog not to poo on walks like the T-Man!
St Peter Chanel School fair is a must do for many each year. It was packed; I even had to give the White Elephant a miss. This photo, I feel, sums up the essence of school fairs. However, I did not wait around to see which square Lucy pooed in. I escaped the crowds and headed home with my styley new, electric blue, velvet jacket and many books.
It is surprising how many bagged up poos I find while out and about. Good intentions, but actually worse than leaving the poo alone in the first place if you leave the plastic bag around too!