What's wrong with this picture...

 

Yes that's poop, and yes that's our patio. 

Happy Wednesday everyone.

 Let's meet the culprit, shall we?
 

We do not live in New York City.  We do not live in a small townhouse without a yard.  Our yard looks like this...

No, this picture has not been enhanced.  No matter what Monde might try to tell you, don't believe him.  It's all his.  That entire back yard is fenced and belongs to him.  Waiting for him to do whatever Great Dane activities he wants to do out there.  He can literally hunker up on over .5 acres of grass.  So imagine my surprise when I open the door to that mega turd on our patio.  It was straight up CSI crime scene material.  Monde tried to deny it.  He quickly scrambled for scapegoats.  Mr. Robusto was at work so that ruled him out.  Our neighbor's dog Levi is literally allergic to earth.  Granddaddy (Mr. Robusto's padre) prefers the comforts of his own camode.  We're all pretty sure MeeMee (Robusto's madre) never participates in this activity.  So in a last attempt effort to push the blame he pointed the snout at his sweet baby sister, Mossimo.

I love Mondrian.  I raised him from an 8 week old puppy.  Without going into the horrifying details, I know his poop.  The amount, the consistency, even the odor....like the back of my hand.  So I wasn't picking up what he was putting down (pun intended).  ***On a side note, I did leave it for Mr. Robusto to enjoy and discard of.  I didn't want him to feel left out.  Gotta use those triceps or you'll lose them!***  I'm not sure how he expected me to believe that a dog half his size did that.  It was record breaking in size....It was all Monde.  I was unsure if what I was feeling was disgust or pride.  In my household the two are confused quite often.  Either way, it was fascinating.  

So somehow I already managed to work a poop post into my second blog entry.  No complaining!  You were warned.  There will be more...many more.  It is a huge topic in the Robusto household (once again, pun intended).  As I write this, I have that same stirring of emotions coming up.  Disgust vs. Pride.  I'm going to go with a big fat PRIDE on this one.  I stand behind the poo.

For all those avid "Adios Mr. Robusto" fans, wander on over there and check out his attempt at rebuttal.  I do not "enhance" a thing.  Everything I write is the true accounts of the glamorous life of Senorita Robusto.  I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!