My Guilty Pleasure

I probably have a lot of guilty pleasures, but if I had to name my number one guilty pleasure that I enjoy above all other guilty pleasures, it would definitely be pooping in the front yard. Every day Ian and I head out the front door at around 2pm to check the mail, and every day I attempt to poop in the front yard. Sometimes he successfully stops me and throws me in the backyard, but sometimes he doesn't catch me in time, and victory is mine! The funny thing is that when he throws me in the backyard to finish what I started out front, I don't feel the desire to poop any more! Why do I love pooping in the front yard so much? Well, mainly because it ticks Ian off so badly. He always yells, "You dang dog! Don't poop in the front yard!" Or something like that - I'm just paraphrasing, but it really cheeses him off, and I think it's funny. I also like pooping in the front yard so all other dogs know it is my yard. Murphy trots over to our yard occasionally and claims my yard for his own by leaving behind a steamer. I have to take a stand against that, and pooping out there is the only way to get through to him. But mostly it's to cheese Ian off.