I remember seeing Dolly Parton sing when I was 5 and she was awesome.

Watching her perform at last night’s Oscars, I was, for the first time ever, terrified of Dolly Parton. She’s only 60, what has she done to herself?

Plus, that song was just awful. The only nice things Husband and I could think to say about it were “It’s not Randy Newman” and “It’s almost over.”

No matter how terrifying Dolly looked, at least she can still prance gracefully around in those amazing shoes without killing herself.

Despite that awful song, I’d still like to see Transamerica.

The Oscars were boring. I don’t have anything to say about them, so I’ve decided to take this time to try to figure out if the large neighborhood dogs are pooping in my yard again or if the fox I saw a lot last year is still around. Or if maybe we have a coyote.

I found a site about the scat of Yellowstone that made me laugh:

The two biologists from Michigan’s eyes lit up as they described their favorite scat ever. They had found a grizzly pile with a complete eviscerated ground squirrel skeleton in it. It was apparently quite a sight and there was talk of shellacking it and using it for a large paperweight.

I’m not sure what it takes to become fascinated with animal droppings but I’ve met quite a few people who were so I know I’m not alone. You people are out there. I know you are. I think it has to do with the love of wildlife and if you can’t see the animal you can at least see he was here, how recent he passed by and what he was eating. As in: “The wolf was here last night, he was eating elk by the look of all the fur, and my, he must be a big one. “

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Then I stopped my research because pictures of wildlife scat and breakfast are not a good combination. Plus, this is really gross. Plus, while I was refilling my coffe cup I saw one of my neighbors’ large dogs pooping in my yard while said neighbor pretended not to notice it.