Size does matter

My neighbors recently have added dogs to their household. The first to arrive a few months ago was a fluffy little Pomeranian ball of fur named Chica who maybe weighs about 5 pounds. She’s all girl, from pink collar to tres chic sweater.

When Dave, my neighbor, had Chica in the yard a while back for her potty break, I was teasing him that a #2 result would be so small it is probably very hard to find the poo in the grass. We’re talking dingleberry.

This last week they added another family member, Cesar, a handsome Mastiff weighing in at a whopping 135. He’s sweet, he’s gentle, he’s HUGE.

Over the weekend I looked out my window to see Cesar in the yard with Dave. Obviously Cesar has been successful in making his own #2 – and I’m assuming we’re not talking dingleberry because Dave was using a shovel and bucket to take care of clean up.

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. In the world of doggie poo, size does matter.

That’s Dave and the dogs pictured here. And that’s the clean up bucket in the corner. If you look close, that black smudge in the window is Mario, the cat. This is truly a blended family.