Not my poop

Yesterday, like every Tuesday, was trash day. And thus, like every Tuesday pre-evening, I got to put the trash bins back “inside”.

I’m not sure why, but I always have the habit of looking inside the trash bin. I guess to make sure it’s empty or that it is my trash bin . Specially in days like yesterday when it gets _really _windy and every, so often the bins go down for a stroll 😅

When I looked inside, there was a small bag, like the ones used to pick up dog poop. Well, we don’t have a dog, and thus, that ain’t my poop!

Neighbors walk their dogs around the neighborhood all the time, I guess picking up the poop and throwing it in my bin it’s better than let the poop on my lawn, I guess. Which I appreciate.

🐕 💩

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