I know I'm not aibu. Or maybe wishing death is being unreasonable, although in this case I don't think so. I am so fed up of dog shit. On Friday I got home from a dog walk to find dog shit embedded in my boots. Yesterday at the park my toddler fell over into dog shit, luckily just on his knee rather than his hands. I've just got in the car from a walk on the beach to, you guessed it, sandy dog shit on my boots.
If you are a dog shit leaver, I'm sure you won't comment. But let me tell you - you are an awful, lazy person and should feel crap about yourself. I know picking it up isn't fun, I do it everyday when walking my dog. But it's part of what it fucking means to have one.