London pees. Lots. Grass is notoriously annoyed by it.. in fact, it ceases to exist in the presence of it. Today we raked up a bit of dead grass, and even with watering and snow, and rain (haha), it reeeeked. London’s pee is so seriously pungent that the entire area smells of it (it’s not enclosed by any means).
After removing the dead grass and raking into piles, I asked Lily if she would grab the plastic trash bag and assist. (She’s decided of late that she is very useful and helpful, and openly offers, “How can I help? Do you want my help?” And my fav, “Is there any thing I can help you with???”
We proceeded to put the debris into the bag, upon which she declared, (that) “The hay didn’t seem like a good idea to feed the horses or goats, because, well, it really smells and I don’t think it would taste very good.”