Lazy Poops

Ever since we moved here, the fat-lazy neighbors across the street have given me new some new pets to peeve about. One of those peeves glaringly occurs each week. Each week around garbage day in particular.

Our garbage is picked up on Monday morning. Which means that on Monday afternoon or evening, at some point, all of my lovely neighbors wander down to the edge of the curb and drag their garbage cans back to the side of their garages. I do the same. In fact, everyone on the street does, except our across the street neighbors. Even when they park in the street and walk up their driveway, past the garbage can, they don't bring it back. Why? I'm not sure. All I am really sure of is that their garbage can is always the only one left out by the side of the street three days beyond garbage day.

Obviously, this irks me. Not only is it extremely lazy, something of which I have no tolerance for, but it is rude and disrespectful to the entire neighborhood. Nobody wants to see your ugly, empty garbage can for days on end. So, today, while out and about with Shea and Dominick on this gorgeous seventy degree day, I decided to take a stand.

I wasn't going to let this garbage can break my good mood today! In fact, I wanted to try something to bring a little added joy and excitement to my life. Something that involves Shea's offensive smelling poop.

I have simply decided that for everyday that the neighbors do not bring their garbage cans back up, I will toss Shea's poop in their bin. Believe you me, that poop can quickly smell up a garbage can! However, I'm not sure if these people will even notice. They are certainly too lazy to look into the garbage can. They are probably too lazy to even smell. Good thing breathing is involuntary!