My dog was sniffing, searching for that perfect spot. After a couple more turns, he lowered his hind legs, placing them in front of his forelegs, and then took a gigantic dump. It started steaming once it hit the grass, which was still covered by melting patches of snow from earlier today. Luckily, I had a little flashlight attached to his poo bag. I flicked that sucker on and shined the light over patches of mud, ice, and decaying leaves. “There you are, you little bastard.” Feeling accomplished, I grabbed the steaming pieces of dung and started to tie the bag closed. And then it happened. While trotting triumphantly across a field, my foot squished into something. For a moment, my stride was broken and I felt a sticky traction from beneath my foot. “Shit! I hope that’s not shit!” Maybe it was mud? Or maybe it was dying leaves? Or maybe I was just imagining the feeling? But, as we neared the trash can, I could feel that something caking into the ri
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