After dinner one night this week we took a little stroll with Ellie in her wagon and the dog on his leash. About half way through the walk, Monkey pulled over to take care of some business. I’m not sure what it is about walks, but he takes multiple poops on most walks. This time was no different except for the chosen location. He stood on top of a decorative rock in the corner of someone’s year and took a crap. It was so funny. So funny that we left it there. And just thinking about it now cracks me up.