We've had a lot of construction around my neighborhood this summer. A bridge was replaced, yards and roads have been ripped up to replace old pipes, and we have three houses at the end of our street that have been torn down and are in various stages of rebuilding. There have been times I've needed help just getting off my street or I've been blocked and needed to wait. Yesterday we went for a walk and discovered that Josie's favorite street to do her business is being torn up. Robert and I jokingly refer to this street as "The Beloved Poop Fields of El Monte," because Josie has such a fondness for pooping there. I've seen her go poo just minutes before walking El Monte and if we turn on El Monte, she poos again.
So yesterday we needed to go a bit further, I was already late, Josie was giving me crap for missing her street, and we came across this sign.
As we passed Josie's beloved street again, she got as close to it as she could and did her business. That was the best she could do. This is likely some kind of divine message from the universe.
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