Wanting what you have

makes this incredible.

Just after dark,

I took out the trash and the compost bins.

The inside of the trash bin featured a bag tied to the top of the can and was half filled with dog shit.

I put some more Rodney droppings inside and tied it off. As I did, a random piece of dental floss caught the back of my moist fingers.

Lovely.

My skin crawled so much it ran away join the circus. It was last seen. Heading north towards Truro on the one oh two.

Gross.

I wiped my hands at the base of the tree that resides between the sidewalk and the street.

The grass was moist.

This I did before remembering that this particular spot on this particular tree?

That’s where my dogs love sending and receiving pee mail the most.

Excellent.

First the turds, then the floss all finished off with a handwash in dog piss.

To my credit, it was at this time I decided that it was not a good moment to bite at that nagging piece of hangnail that was just driving me insane. Sure, I had my had almost to my mouth as I fought the impulse for several …