Dog poop by Russ

Not my own, some other dog.  How do I know?  Well, there is the size of it for starters.  Poor Nala would be in severe pain trying to pass the poop in question.  Then there is the location, my front yard.  Not that Nala never makes it to the front yard, she is normally leashed when she is.  When she hops the fence, she normally heads to the neighbors yards in search of other dogs to torment.

The problem arises because Miss L and I play golf in the front yard while waiting for Mr. B to get home.  (She has improved drastically over the short period of time that we have been out there.)  Thankfully I haven't stepped in it yet, but I have hit it with a ball or two.  (Thankfully, the poop was not fresh.)

Now I'm not going to get all holier than thou and tell you that I pick every last bit of Nala's poop when I walk her.  I don't.  If she poops on someone's property, I do.  If we are near civilization, I might.  If we are in the woods, not so much.

I feel like I'm turning into that old guy yelling at kids to get off his lawn.  Next thing I know, I'll be sitting on my driveway yelling at animals and people alike to "get off my property!"