As I said before in an earlier post, my dogs had access to a large backyard via a doggy door at our previous home.  Knowing I would be needing to pick up after them when they did number two. I bought some supplies.  I bought some brightly colored, scented bags for the deed, as well as a little holder you attach to the handle of the leash.  As soon as we get up in the morning, I put on my fluffy, white robe and slippers and head out the door.  A few mornings ago, we headed out on a windy morning.  As soon as we got out, Casey did his business and I picked it up.  As I bent over, my bright orange roll of baggies fell out of the little holder.  I chased the long, unrolling coil down, tied off Casey’s bag, and wouldn’t you know Krystal had begun her bathroom break.  But Krystal walks as she poops, so I had to keep an eye on her to see where my assistance would be needed.  So, I put the partial roll of bags under my arm so I could roll up the rest of them, all the while watching Krystal do the walk.  I finally looked down and I had the partial roll in my hand, and had mistakenly put Casey’s bag under my arm.  I looked like I was flying an orange, flat kite in the wind and had a messy robe.  Of course I dropped everything, was totally grossed out, and still had to remember Krystal’s poop path.  

Yesterday, I saw a wonderful home I could buy.  And It had the perfect place for a doggy door.