I asked her and Quentin to pick up the manure.
And yes it's manure, with a dog the size of Sammi Jo (bless her thyroid challenged heart)
it's not merely dog poo, but manure.
You'd think she was crying because she had to clean up after Sammi.
But no, she was crying, no not just crying, SCREAMING and CRYING because
Quentin picked it all up quicker than she could get her shoes on and get outside.
He didn't leave her any poop to clean up.
Mean big brother
Nothing like a good case of sibling rivalry to get the dirty jobs done lickety split.