Saturday morning

Behind my house is a cabin that the camp ground rents out. Just outside my office window runs the drive to it. The cat and I heard something unusual out the window and looked over to see a dude in a tie-died t-shirt longish hair but bald on top walking two happy dogs on leashes. The unusual noise was him negotiating a plastic bag to pick up their poop. I almost leaned out the window to point out that WE ARE IN THE COUNTRY. But didn't.