As many know — because I tell EVERYONE — I am the proud owner of three Great Danes. While these dogs are rather peaceful and laid back in the house, they tend to be hellions outdoors, and their bathroom habits leave a lot to be desired. I’m sure they would be embarrassed if they knew I was discussing this sensitive topic, but it’s my reality.
When we moved into our house, we only had one Dane. Well, that just wasn’t enough. Somehow, after two years, we have wound up with two more. After years of arguing with my fiancé over who has to pick up the excrement, we finally hired a pooper scooper from the List. How did I justify this additional cost? I tend to have back trouble, so picking up what seems like 50 pounds of dog waste a week was rough business, not to mention smelly and unpleasant. I’ll leave that task to the pros.
After we tackled that issue, we realized our yard really took a beating this winter. We barely have any grass in the backyard. Instead we have what appears to be a dirt race track around our picnic table, fire pit and fence line. Apparently our dogs are into motocross and we didn’t realize it. Since they decided to take up a new hobby, my fiancé and I are forced to figure out what to do to save our yard.
We’re trying to lay down grass seed, but haven’t had much luck. We may have to call a landscaping company to come out and lay sod. Either way, that doesn’t fix the real problem of owning over 500 pounds of dog that play Criss Cross Crash at high speeds. If we don’t figure out a solution, we’ll be playing cornhole in the mud this summer. I guess we could just go with it and start our own Xtreme Cornhole league.
I can relate completely: now that spring has sprung, my backyard looks like a sea of mud dotted with tiny islands of the now-growing grass. I guess that’s what I get for having three big dogs (though not nearly as ginormous as yours, Jackie!)
(As a side note, Mozilla Firefox, the web browser I’m using, says I misspelled “ginormous.” But the word is in the Merriam-Webster dictionary now. Looks like someone has to update their automatic spell checker.)
Instead of moto-cross could we put saddles on the back of your horse-dogs and have a mini Kentucky Derby?
It’ll be nice. Mint juleps, women in big hats and burgoo served fresh.
We can invite the governor of Kentucky to award the garland and trophy.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
I think you should go to your local tack and saddle and purchase miniature versions of those special bags they use for carriage horses.