Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Day 31 - Sis

I have an obstacle course to maneuver through everyday when walking the dog. Along the way we must steer clear of little pine straw mounds that conceal cat poop of which my dog has a real taste for, that's one way to put it. The other and stronger palatable favorite, is chicken bones. Since the South seems to be the chicken eating capital, I am always on the look out for osteo-delights that are scattered at least every ten feet. Doesn't matter if there are trash cans in the area or right inside their front door, people dump them everywhere. So am I missing out or not informed of a particular cult or tradition here?!












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