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Imagine you’re my coworker, corresponding with me on our newly downloaded instant message application. We’re firing messages back and forth while I copy edit the newsletter.

After a few moments of radio silence, the following pops up from me in your instant message window:

We bury our dog poop
in a little doggie composter.

I can’t stop giggling about it. See, obviously that message was intended for the other coworker, who had just sent me this little link about carrying one’s garbage with oneself for 2 weeks.

Published by Kari Neumeyer

Writer, editor, dog mom, ovarian cancer survivor

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