As I walked down the lane with Sunny, I remembered why I don’t care to walk the lane with him in the spring.

There may be muddy spots, but that’s not what bothers me.

It’s the goose poop that is scattered all over. Sunny considers these blobs yummy treats. Ugh!

The wind was picking up as we headed back to the house. Sunny never seemed to get enough of his goose treats. As we neared the road the number of ‘treats’ diminished.

It always turns my stomach when he goes after these bits. Our next walk will be on the road where Sunny only gets dog treats that come out of my pocket.

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