“HIGH ALERT! HIGH ALERT! HEY HEY HEY GET OFF MY LAWN!!
Those yard guys are here stealing my poop AGAIN!! MOTHER! Let me out so I can attack! MOTHER WHYYYYY won’t you let me out? PLEASE? I will bark and nose-boop you and growl all my scary concerned growls to save us all!” – Minerva, probably.
Welcome to Wednesday mornings with the poop patrol guys. Sigh. Still one of the best services out there. Ragnar, for the record, has zero fucks to give about the whole 15 minute weekly kerfuffle.
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