Blood, Sweat and Turds

A couple of months were spent getting ready for today. Hours of labor, toiling in the sun. Hard earned dollars spent on hardscape, drainage and irrigation. Blood spilled when I failed to move my thumb while chiseling block.

The tilled soil raked and compressed. Each imperfection removed to ensure a smooth lawn. Each piece of sod carefully laid, some cut to fit.

Each piece cut and carefully placed, watered in the proper amount. The new lawn rolled, compressing the sod onto the prepared soil. Instant gratification, an instant lawn.

Thirty seconds.  That's how long it took Sydney

file photo

To walk over and leave a steamer on my freshly laid lawn. I know it's not any big deal, it's what dogs do. But, damn dog, can't you wait just five minutes before dropping a deuce on the turf?

Do yourself a favor, don't click to enlarge.

There are just some things you don't want to

see in 18 mp.

I guess I should be grateful she didn't start digging it up. God knows what it will look like when I get home from work tomorrow.

Thanks for reading, 

Schmoe