I have a dog, a little miniature mouth and pooper. He eats and he excretes. This is probably not the best situation for loft living but he's the closest thing to a child I will have in a long time (especially since my mom told me the other day that labor feels like having to poop but 8 times worse), so he's here with us enjoying the wide open spaces.
And the block we have to walk to get to a tiny square of grass for him to poop. Just today I had a conversation with a homeless man while my dog searched for the perfect pinpoint to drop his prized load before walking home.
I guess you can either complain about it or let it teach you some things.
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