A couple of days ago I came very close to firing them.
Here's the team looking innocent and perhaps a little angelic.
Gunner on the left and Dudley on the right
Dudley has been on the Team longer and thus holds a superior position. However, during the winter he has tended to escape the cold and return to the domicile before chores have been completed. Gunner remains to the bitter end.
But back to the other day.
I trudged out to the donkey yard with the Team and beheld a sorry sight. Donkey poop e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. Spread from one end to the other. I knew chores would not be completed quickly that morning. My mood darkened.
Then Team Donkey flew into action and started pouncing on manure nuggets as if they were gold kibble. Nothing new, but I hit the last straw of patience (its disgusts me every morning) and I yelled "get out!!" (probably a hundred times). Of course they didn't listen.
When I finally got the area and shed clean and returned to the house I told Rick, "That's it. The dogs are NOT going out with me in the morning ever again!"
So, at this point, in the mornings I have to weigh my options. Be the good guy, take the dogs out and know I'm going to be grossed out, or tell those angelic faces, no and face the consequences.