Gus Dust

It's Texas. It's summer. It's hot. But our grass looks good. In fact, our grass looks really good. It's very green. It looks healthy. It grows very fast. A little too fast. Cutting it once a week almost isn't enough.

After cutting the grass on the golf course (tearing up chunks in the "fairway" - which I rarely saw - is considered cutting the grass, right?), I mowed our lawn. Everything was going to plan. And then I saw it. But it was too late.

Poof. Gus dust.

Think fast: what do I do? But it's too late. It's in my face before I could say "Gus dust". I love mowing the lawn.

What am I referring to you ask? I'm refering to our dog that leaves piles of terds all over the back yard. Of course you try to clean them up, but there are some you just miss.

I missed one.

Like I said. It's Texas. And it's hot. Which means there are dried-out terds in the backyard. And when those dried-out terds meet the lawnmower blade, you get Gus dust.

I don't like Gus dust. I would go ahead and rock the duece in the backyard, let it sit for a couple days, and make Gus mow the lawn. I don't see that happening because I just don't think I could rock the duece outside.