…a pooper scooper. Yep, you read that right. A pooper scooper.
We have a dog. You may have read about him. He’s kind of a big guy and of course that means big piles in the yard. About two years ago, shortly after we got the big lug, I splurged on a primo-super-duper pooper scooper. This thing was like the Cadillac…no, scratch that, Mercedes Benz with a little Bentley sprinkled on top, of pooper scqszoopers.
My father-in-law, who taught me all I know about scooping poop, called it, ‘the high class’ pooper scooper. And he was right.
It was not only high-end, high-class and high-style, it did the job quickly and efficiently. And if you know anything about me, you know efficient is my middle name. You could scoop a lot with little effort. Most importantly, I didn’t break my back bending over with the old stand-by shovel.
I’m telling you this pooper scooper was so amazing it actually made people want to scoop poop.
A few days after we were home with our second child this spring, my step-dad was over. He took a walk outside to look for deer and other wildlife. You know what he ended up doing?
He even said when he saw this beaut he knew it wouldn’t be that hard. So true, so true.
But sadly, sometime this summer the high-class scooper was broken. I was spared scooping pretty much all summer, but I did the job recently to clean the yard before the first snow fall. And, my back is still aching. I miss that thing.
Even sadder is the fact that I have Googled my beloved scooper and can’t find it anywhere. But I will find it. Or at least something comparable to it. It’s practical and certainly makes a totally disgusting job a little easier. And I am not too proud to say that all I want for Christmas is a pooper scooper.