The routine first thing every morning, after we let the dogs out, is to scoop the poop in the various dog yards. Almost all the dogs at Widget's House go trotting out immediately to "do their business," before heading back to the building to settle in for a nap on the cots and beds on the porch. This is pretty efficient, because I can scoop up all the new prizes, as well as those left over from the previous evening, and be done for the morning.
There are just a few dogs who didn't get the memo on the timing of how this is supposed to work. Specifically, blind Moose and the blind Poodle sisters, Molly and Priscilla. Moose comes out the front door and disappears into a heated dog house on the porch, not to be seen again for some time. Molly and Priscilla like to take their sweet time before getting around to the necessities of life. Usually they will finally go potty just after I've finished scooping their yard and have moved on to another one. Not helpful, that.
But the last is always Moose. After spending 30 or 45 minutes in the heated dog house, he finally realizes he really needs to go ... and only then does he venture out into the yard. Everyone else is back on the porch. This morning, with a spring snowstorm underway, I had finished all the yards when ... of course, here came Moose out of the dog house. Oh, brother. As he ambled off, I went inside to get the camera to take some photos of Mr. Last-To-Go. Naturally, good blog etiquette means I'm using only one of many different "poses" I captured on camera, but you get the idea.
The horses -- you can see a few by the shed in the background -- haven't been fed yet, so they get more than a little impatient with the "late bloomers" over in the dog yards for holding up their breakfast.
Done with his business, here's Moose on his way back to the porch: