I am officially OVER IT y’all.
I mean, look at this!
Even the squirrels haven’t shoveled their nest. In fact where are they? Not that I can chase a critter in this pile-up.
I can’t find a decent smelling place to do business. I had to do business in the street like, like, some kind of uncivilized dog.
Oh.My.Dog. I feel trapped! Get me outta here!
This is a dead end! Where is the cypress I like to visit to leave my pee-mail?
Daddy, keep shoveling.