So there is this crazy lady in our neighborhood, you know the type, there is one in every neighborhood. She allows her dog to poop in everyone's yard and doesn't pick it up. Although, one time we did see her use a stick to smear it around in a neighbor's yard. Yeah. Weird. Well, I have literally caught her and her nasty dog in our yard, (we're talking 6 feet from our house) glared at her, and walked inside. I thought this would do the trick, so I didn't actually say something to her. My mistake. This has all changed since the devastating death of a precious flower that appeared in our yard. I took this picture yesterday. YESTERDAY.
And now for today's delightful find. You can see in the picture below the feces that was left and the sign I created to combat future occurrences.
Everyone talks about the joys of home ownership. I'm pretty sure this isn't one of them.
P.S. Bart said if this doesn't work we can fight fire with fire (or poop with poop) and just throw Turkey Leg's diapers in her yard. Pretty sure he will create way more ammunition than that weirdo dog.
