Bet your dog can’t do this ......
Wonderful. Your music selection adds such a sense of refinement to your (Hoss's?) creation.
But, pooping on top of a bush...pshaw, that's nothing.
Mine are adept at pooping on top of a yucca (on a public trail where you are expected to pick up after your dog.) It makes me cringe. Not only do I fear they risk impalement during the process, I know I will have to pluck the thing out of there without getting stuck myself.
And if you're really talking talent, perhaps you've heard of dogs who put their toys all in a line out in the yard (lined up with the earth's magnetic field, or something?) Well, Capri did this one day (actually, she had probably worked on this masterpiece for a couple of days--apparently I had been tardy with my pickup)....
And as an epilogue...
Searching for the last picture, I found this, and decided to copy it over for your additional enjoyment: Walking the Dog by Howard Nemerov
"Two universes mosey down the street
Connected by love and a leash and nothing else.
Mostly I look at lamplight through the leaves
While he mooches along with tail up and snout down,
Getting a secret knowledge through the nose
Almost entirely hidden from my sight.
We stand while he's enraptured by a bush
Till I can't stand our standing any more
And haul him off; for our relationship
Is patience balancing to this side tug
And that side drag; a pair of symbionts
Contented not to think each other's thoughts.
What else we have in common's what he taught,
Our interest in ****. We know its every state
From steaming fresh through stink to nature's way
Of sluicing it downstreet dissolved in rain
Or drying it to dust that blows away.
We move along the street inspecting ****.
His sense of it is keener far than mine,
And only when he finds the place precise
He signifies by sniffing urgently
And circles thrice about, and squats, and shits,
Whereon we both with dignity walk home
And just to show who's master I write the poem."