We have a door that goes off of our bedroom onto the pool area, this is the door that Cannon normally goes out every morning to go do his business. Well one morning I go to let him out and I am absolutely horrified at what I saw. I think I was actually in shock. It was the biggest pile of poo I had ever seen. It couldn't be Cannon's, he is just a little dog. It wasn't a cow even though they have been known to come around there. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, ever.
Could it be another stray dog? No there was way to much of it, and it was all over the steps. We have had some Big Foot sightings not to far from here, could it be... nahhhhh. Whatever it was that caused this mess obviously had some stomach problems. (I hope y'all aren't eating anything right now) So I call Logan and give him all the details. I think that he thought I had lost my mind. (he was laughing, so that was my first clue that he thought I was crazy)
Y'all it was everywhere though, the steps, the concrete on the side, even a flower pot. I mean everywhere, a big, big old pile of poo.
When Logan got home he realized I was not crazy. He couldn't believe it either and was wondering what caused this awful mess, but he cleaned it all up, pressure washed the area, and I stopped freaking out about it. Until a couple of mornings later, when I woke up and there it was again. This time not as big but poo none the less. So we repeated the cleaning process again.
Well one night I heard something outside. I thought here we go I am going to be face to face with the culprit. (Lord please don't let it be big foot using my back steps as a potty)
Do you want to know what I saw? Do You? Well scroll on down to find out
Yep thats right, our duck. Notice the little present he left us. Now the first time I found it it was all over those steps and down the side. I really had never seen anything like it.
He had decided to take up in our pool area to sleep and poop. He has that nice big pond over there and he decides to come and poop on our stoop.
Well I don't know exactly what has happened in that little duck brain of his, but he hasn't been coming up to the steps anymore. Thank goodness because I did not know what I was going to do this summer if he insisted on living in the pool instead of the pond.