What's that smell?!

After breakfast Sunday morning, we were all packing our things. Hillary and Ryan were heading up to the cities to visit Ryan's dad {whose name is actually Ed....we like duplicate names in this family!}. Ryan and I were headed to see his folks by way of our house in Owatonna first. Hillary and Ryan got their things packed and in the car and then got their dogs. After the dogs were loaded up, we all said our Minnesota goodbyes. Oliver had come over and was rubbing up on people's legs before he finally laid down on the gravel next to my feet. As Hillary and Ryan jumped in their car, I bent down to move Oliver as he was laying right behind their car. As I did that, I thought to myself "What's that smell?!" As I'm nudging Oliver out of the way, my Ryan {being the cat lover that he is} said he'd pick him up to get him out of the way. So he picked Ollie up and as he is moving back towards the house, that is when I realize what that smell was. I great big pile of fresh dog poop is sitting on the edge of the gravel and grass, right in my Ryan's path. "Watch out for the poop." I warned Ryan right before he said "Huh, what, what?!?" and fancy stepped a couple times before planting his foot right on top. LOL. He only got the edge of the pile and told me that if I hadn't said anything, he'd have probably not stepped in it. I corrected him that he would have gotten a full foot full instead of a partial foot full had I not told him. I laughed and laughed and laughed some more. What I find more ironic is that he was the one wishing I had landed in a pile of llama poop the night before to 'make a good story'! So I laughed some more and he brought his shoe over the the hydrant to wash off his present :)

~Ashley