Three times this week DS has come home with dog shit on his shoes. I've had enough of steam-cleaning my floors and I've had enough of having to scrape dog turd off shoes. I am VERY weak-stomached and it makes me heave.
I just happened to be at my dining room window when I saw a lady with a great big bear of a dog, who looked like he was stooping for a crap. He stood up and they started to walk off and lo and behold, big steaming pile of shit on footpath. The red mist descended so I opened my front door. "Excuse me, about the dog muck you've just left outside my house. I take it you won't be picking it up?" I call out. "I've forgotten my bag, sorry" she says and starts to walk off. "Wait, I'll get one for you!" I reply and off I go into the house and fetch her a carrier bag from under my sink. TBF she did pick up the shit but she was NOT happy about it. I smiled nicely and thanked her.
WIBU? I'm just SICK of dodging dog shit every day :(