get to work pooper scooper

i was talking with my brother on the phone today when he told me he had walked up to his front door & had a notice that he needed to "do something" about his dogs' poop on his lawn. but the bad part is that the note was from the SHERIFF. (valid point from ben, doesn't the sheriff have better things to do than be on poop patrol? the clearfield crime rate must be low this time of year.)

we talked about the good ol' days when ty had the designated job of being the "pooper scooper" of the fam. pepper, frasier & molly all left little surprises for tyler each day to pick up with the beloved red shovel. what i didn't know was that tyler told me his method for the actual act of "scooping" was to put the poop on the shovel & then stomp on the other end, catapulting it over our fence to the neighbor's lawn. oh don't worry, he said, i used to evenly distribute it to our 3 separate neighbors' lawns so that i wasn't ever caught.

well tyler, the day has come. you have been outed. i love you but it's high time you get a'scoopin. i will send a heed of warning to each of your neighbors in case they start stepping in something funky that doesn't belong to them. at least i will warn them to wear a helmet when they're out in their backyards. they deserve that much don't they?