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Brooke and Lauren were waiting impatiently by the back door when Anna walked into the kitchen. As soon as she opened the door they fell over each other scrambling out into the dark yard, yipping at something Anna couldn’t see. She decided to sit outside for a while. It was a beautiful night and the sound of the surf breaking was calming. Tomorrow would be a good day. Especially after a soak in that tub and a long night’s sleep in that glorious bed.
She smiled as she remembered she’d packed her Kindle, and could read in the tub. That’s when she stepped in the poop. Anna cursed inventively as she yanked off her shoe, wiped it on what she hoped was clean grass, and looked around for a hose. Small dogs’ poop didn’t smell any less nasty than big dogs’ poop. And there was still plenty of it to cover the bottom of a sandal. By the time she found the hose she’d stepped in poop again. Fresh, warm poop. With her bare foot. She sprayed off her shoe and her foot, swearing the entire time and making poop-scooping her first priority for the next day. The dogs were already yipping at the back door, tails wagging, ready to curl up in their designer dog beds for the night. Damn furballs.