Poo Poo Mountain

Maggie continues to climb tall snow piles to take care of business. I don't understand. 

January 2016

As part of snow removal, snow plows pile snow on the back of the motel property. Lately Maggie Rose has taken to climbing the 8-10 feet piles of snow for the sole purpose of pooing. I am grateful she potties outside. I don't usually care where she does the deed, just as long as she does it. And fast. But why, Maggie, must you climb a mountain? Are trees and shrubs no longer good enough? Have you been listening to too much Trump and you need a YUUUGE snow pile? 

I've never walked around with a little bag to pick up poo. I do now. But you know what? It is a mine field out there. Some owners are abusing the privilege of being able to bring their pet to the motel. They do not package the goods, once delivered. From the evidence Maggie and I have witnessed, there are some REALLY big dogs, YUUUGE, visiting Jackson. I call these the Clinton dogs...I DID NOT poo on that mountain...Bag the stuff, okay folks? 

I dutifully climb Poo-Poo Mountain, and sometimes climb down the other side to collect any and all evidence that Maggie Rose was present. Stumbling, sometimes sinking to my knees in snow, just so I can bag my tiny dog's, tiny poo.

I'm a little bitter tonight. 

I will never talk about Poo-Poo Mountain again.