Oh yay, Friday night is finally here and I came home to a poopy crate and a poopy Aussie named Bunny Butt.  I washed her crate. I washed her, and she is now a walking static electric frizz ball.  I have to admit that makes me giggle.  I cleaned poopy air in house.  That was the worst being I had to breathe it as I cleaned it. Then I cleaned poop off my weave pole base.  Can you believe that?  Someone pooped on one of the PVC braces.  That takes aim!  All I can say is what nerve!  I said that as – squish – and guess what I had to clean off the bottom of my camo green Crocs. Yeppers.  Poop! I do hope this is not the start of a poopy weekend! I’ve the lawn to mow and my teeter base to tweak. So please, no more poop in the wrong places!

Speaking of, I am too pooped to train tonight, and tonight is almost gone.  But the jumps do not go un-used, not one day at Fort Doberdale.   The resident reptiles take care of that.  Our PVC jumps seem to make good sunning and hunting perches.

My goal tonight is to get some sleep.

Helen