Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — For the dog’s cleanup, I get out a wagon, dubbed the “poop-mobile.” I can search and scoop up dog-processed Alpo for hours, but it never fails that the second I put the tools away, I see 50 to 60 more piles that I missed. It’s like they’re waiting for me to put the stuff away before they pop up like zits on prom night. (Either that or my dog is following me around playing horrible practical jokes on me.)
In regard to the dog: Because it gets muddy near her doghouse, every fall I lay down an old bed sheet near the entrance to her door. It keeps her paws somewhat clean. Come springtime and drier ground, I pick it up and rinse it off with a pressure washer. It only takes a week or two to get the first layer of crud off of it.
To compound the yard’s problem, there are two old apple trees in the far end of our yard near the doghouse. How old are they? There’s a heart-shaped carving on one of them with the names Adam and Eve chiseled inside. (A little joke there.)
It’s impossible to pick up all the apples after they fall in the autumn. We’ve tried but can never keep up – there are too many. Thus, we leave them for the deer to eat. Since we got our dog, Maggie, they tend not to approach the yard as often as they once did.
But it’s not out of fear. They’re not afraid of Maggie — they just don’t like stepping into the dog sheet.
And that’s the way it looks from the Valley.Tom Valley is a Medina resident. Contact him, and Maggie, at firstname.lastname@example.org.