Springtime in Ottawa

The weather has been really lovely lately. This has produced two results, one desirable and one not.

First, the attractive young women* at Carleton have stopped wearing winter clothing, making me thankful I go to University.

Secondly, the accumulated dog feces of the Ottawa winter seems to have thawed and become odiferous again. Five months of dogshit adds up, and it's all smelling at once. Seriously. You can't escape the smell. It's everywhere.

*Note: There are, in fact, no attractive young women at Carleton. After all, my girlfriend isn't here, so how could there be?