Warning: Don't read this if you are eating/planning to eat in the very near future oatmeal or a bean burrito.
With our very own house and our very own yard, Corey and I can let the dog out in two stinkin' feet of snow, let him do his business, then leave the frozen turds there as long as we want without having to worry about busy-body neighbors running to our landlord and forcing him to send a "just so you know, you have to pick up your poop" letter in the mail.
I won't have to bundle up in my snow pants and boots, grab a shovel to chip away at poo-rocks, letting the handle hit me in the face when the tip hits a particularly stubborn chunk.
This is all hypothetical, of course.
But wouldn't that be nice?