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The lady that lives at the end of my road works at the nursing home where my MIL lives. Several days ago someone raked up all the leaves in her yard, bagged them and left them to be hauled off.
Miz O asked her one day at the nursing home if I could have them, because I till them into my small garden, and of course she said sure.
The next day she was in the yard with her huge pit-bull-looking dog, and I pulled up on my motorcycle and told her I'd get the leaves that afternoon, and asked her if the fierce looking dog was fierce, and she said 'not really.'
Later, when I pulled into her yard on my riding mower with the trailer attached, the dog came up to sniff me. I got slowly down and sat on the ground, and the dog actually came and sat in my lap, and looked real happy to get her neck/ears/head scratched.
It took four trips, with about 10 bags each, to get all the bags, and each trip cost me a dog-lap-sit.
My fur-kids did not like the new smell associated with an 80 pound (my estimate) lap dog.
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