“My plan to stop the neighbor’s dog pooping on our yard!”
I grimaced. “What did you do?”
“I pepper sprayed the lawn!” He chuckled as he let the living room curtain fall.
“You what?”
“Dogs don’t poop without sniffing to find the right spot! Now every spot is… unacceptable. He sniffed twice and returned home with his tail between his legs alternately running and rubbing at his nose.”
I got up and went into the kitchen. It was time to make another batch of “I’m sorry about my husband,” brownies.
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