Poo.

Seriously, if you have a dog - pick up it's coilers.

I stepped in dog poo the other day. It was camouflaged in the lovely fall leaves (see pics below). I didn't notice til a little while down the street when I caught the smell. I was like - FLEA, you gots gasses today! (I was even suspecting myself). Til I looked down and realized I had a nice soft (large dog) blob oozing out the sides of my right shoe. Awesome.

I do have to give kudos to someone who lives a few blocks away. In a laneway behind their house, they affixed a garbage can and a container of plastic bags to a pole. Especially for dog walkers to clean up after their dogs. When I walk past it, I definitely use it. Not MEEEEE. I use it for the dogs. Could you imagine? Me, squatting with a newspaper, "Hey! This is really great neighbour - thanks for setting it up! My can just wasn't cuttin it. Y'know, sometimes you want to commune with nature."

But really, I just don't get why people who have dogs don't clean up the poo!! GET OVER IT! You want a dog - then want the responsibility too, arsewipe. Heh. This from a girl who picks up turds the size of baby corns. But hey, we had a german shepherd too okay? And those logs give off enough heat to defrost a turkey.

Just be glad you don't have to wipe, too.