Here is a neighborhood story.
My retired neighbor lounges a lot on her front porch. She has had a few problems with a guy walking his dogs and the dogs pooping in her yard. He didn't notice her on the porch, so when he started to walk away, she offered a bag for his poop, the guy declined and said he would come back and scoop the mess. He never returned. She told me it happened again, this time she watched from her upstairs bedroom. She decided to follow the guy and found out where he lived. Fast forward a couple days and she comes to me and asked me if I would collect my dogs poop in a plastic baggie inside a bucket for her. I asked her what the story was and she explained the situation.
I give her a week's worth of two dogs poop and she takes it and heads back to her house. Fast forward a couple more days, and she tells me she went to his house, opened the screen door and dumped all that shit right between the main door and screen door.
She is such a sweet old lady, i like her much more now.
End of story.
My retired neighbor lounges a lot on her front porch. She has had a few problems with a guy walking his dogs and the dogs pooping in her yard. He didn't notice her on the porch, so when he started to walk away, she offered a bag for his poop, the guy declined and said he would come back and scoop the mess. He never returned. She told me it happened again, this time she watched from her upstairs bedroom. She decided to follow the guy and found out where he lived. Fast forward a couple days and she comes to me and asked me if I would collect my dogs poop in a plastic baggie inside a bucket for her. I asked her what the story was and she explained the situation.
I give her a week's worth of two dogs poop and she takes it and heads back to her house. Fast forward a couple more days, and she tells me she went to his house, opened the screen door and dumped all that shit right between the main door and screen door.
She is such a sweet old lady, i like her much more now.
End of story.