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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

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Molly

This just made my day!

Related: I remember when my last dog, Argus, died and the only thing that was even remotely "solace" in the matter was that I was not picking up poop in a bag and then carrying it around until we got to a trash bin. I now take care of 2 (and sometimes 3) big dogs every day and the amount of poop I pick up and carry around is staggering!

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