The Patio Chronicles: Coffee, Crime, and a Camera
Ah, the dream: a steaming mug of coffee, a gentle morning breeze, the sweet symphony of birds singing… and then that smell. You know the one. The kind that makes your nostrils file a formal complaint.
Yes, dear friends, someone’s beloved fur baby has once again designated the grassy strip beside my patio as their personal five-star restroom. No reservation required, apparently.
It Takes a Village (or At Least One Person with a Bag)
Look, I adore dogs. Years ago I used to rescue Rottweilers. I do not, however, adore the souvenirs they leave behind. And the real plot twist? Some owners actually do pick it up, which means others are out here making a choice. A bold, aromatic, deeply inconsiderate choice.
So I’m throwing this out to the universe, and also to whoever owns the fluffy golden I saw trotting away suspiciously fast last Tuesday: please bag it. Your dog is cute. Their deposit is not.
Lights, Camera, Poop-ction!
And then there’s the screen. Someone, or something, pushed out the bottom panel of my patio screen. The suspects are many. The evidence is slim. Was it a rogue dog? An overzealous landscaper? A particularly bold squirrel with a grudge?
I may never know. Unless.
Ready, I bought a camera.
Is it extreme? My therapist might say yes. But I prefer to think of it as proactive community journalism. My patio is now officially a monitored zone. Trespassers will be immortalized in glorious 1080p. The apartment complex already fixed the screen (bless them), but the truth shall also be known.
Stay tuned. This saga is just getting started. ☕📷🐾
Anyone Else Dealing With Pyramids of Poop?