Bubba's First Job

Ladies and gentleman, my boy has a job.  Doing what?   You'd better sit for this.  Ridding the neighbor's yard of ... dog poop!  (No, it's not our dog's poop.)

Apparently, the neighbor was tired of cleaning up the stuff from his two dogs, so he asked Bubba if he'd be interested in doing it every week.

Bubba wasn't too sure about it until the guy told him he'd get paid.

"Sure," my boy said.  "I'll do it."  Anything for money.

I watched the little dude do his job with a big shovel and garbage bag.

When he was done, he came home with a big grin, showing me his wages. "Mama, look what I got," he said, holding up a dollar.

"A dollar?  That's all you got for scooping a bunch of poop?"

"Yeah, I got to set my wages."

Wow, that neighbor got a deal!   I would've charged a lot more for a job like that.

So now, once a week Bubba will do his job.  I'm sure that'll look nice on his resume:  Pooper Scooper.