Don't say...dog-poop.
Can't recall why I was grimacing here - it definitely isn't the poop that Reggie rolled in or the same stuff stuck to the wings of the chicken that I noticed when I returned it to it's pen after it's assisted escape courtesy of our Gracie-Cakes, it isn't the aroma of the kitty litter or emptying the out-of-date stuff from the fridge in a made dash before the garbage truck arrives. Whatever it was it wasn't nice.
Off to see Dad's new Unit today...he wants to follow the Building Inspector around and get the inside track on any improvements. One requires a driver for such an occasion, doesn't one ?
