
Yes, yellow snow.
You all know what that's about, all you dog-lover people and even those of you who are not and just curse all us crazy dog walkers - you know too. I mean we can scoop the dog poop, but the yellow snow, well there's nothing we can do about it marring the landscape. It's just there, usually - maybe conveniently, depending on what goes on in a dog's mind, at a high traffic corner or at the end of a meticulous and well-shoveled driveway and there's nothing you can do about it. Except either shovel it away and put it somewhere less conspicuous or wait for the next snow or spring melt. It's ugly and it really wrecks that expanse of glorious white that stretches for miles or until the next patch of yellow.

But you know, there it was the evidence glowing atop my cursor. There was no denying it was my book - so I sent my polite please take down letter with gritted teeth and waited. I sharpened my sword while I waited and... no, what? You're telling me I don't have a sword? How else am I to fight pirates?
And you? Any yellow snow in your day?
Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com
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