Poop Poetry

Hello Friends.

Today I am joining Sugar and Dogster  in SCOOP THAT POOP, poetry edition. 

This is a very important matter my friends.  Saturday I went for a little walk with my friends at the Fort.  Did I poop?  Yes.  Did my MOM scoop it up?  YES!  And she also picked up two other poops along the way that someone else just left there.  That is so wrong.

 

MOM and I also went off on our own for a little Goosie and MOM alone time.  Even when we are off  the trail, in the woods we always Scoop That Poop.

 

And yes even along water ways it is important to Scoop That Poop.

 

The world is a BEAUTIFUL place... even more so when you Scoop That Poop. 

In keeping with the theme for this month Scoop That Poop here is a little poem for you.

 

Put it in a Bag

Mr. Smith walking down the lane
Slipped on the mess of his own Great Dane.
Now he's scrapping his shoe looking rather sad,
Never would have happened if he'd put it in a bag.
Guide dog, gun dog, guard dog, stray.
Put it in a bag man, squirrel it away.
Put it in your hat man, it'll keep you warm.
Keep it in your pocket on a frost bit morn.
Wolf hound, Bloodhound, Pug, Pekingese,
Put it in a bag man, don't be a tease.
Inside, out, give a good, firm grab.
Put it in a bag man, put it in a bag.
So remember, in the event of your Golden, Chihuahua,
Shihtzu, or Weimarainer fouling the footpath,
Don't be a cad, just put it in a bag.

Blessings,

Goose