I just met the guy who lives across the street. Other folks in the neighborhood have mentioned that he lets his dog roam around, and it tends to leave massive piles of poo in all the yards on the block. We've found some of the land mines, and they are indeed rather large (and not very "cohesive" ... gross). However, I hadn't seen the dog until yesterday morning. The owner was outside, so I confronted him:
Me: "Hi there. Is that your dog in my yard? (pointing)"
Him: "Oh yeah. (commences yelling at the dog) Come here boy!"
Me: "Isn't that a fence behind your house? (pointing)"
Him: "Yeah."
Me: "Could you maybe use it to keep your dog out of my yard? He's driving my dog crazy."
Him: (silence)
Me: "And, please don't let him **** in my yard anymore. It's pretty gross."
Him: (again, silence)
Four hours later, I came home and found another sloppy land mine in the yard. Furious, I was ready to throw it all over his front porch, but SWMBO didn't want to cause trouble, especially since we're new to the neighborhood. Fortunately, his house is for sale. It can't sell fast enough.
Me: "Hi there. Is that your dog in my yard? (pointing)"
Him: "Oh yeah. (commences yelling at the dog) Come here boy!"
Me: "Isn't that a fence behind your house? (pointing)"
Him: "Yeah."
Me: "Could you maybe use it to keep your dog out of my yard? He's driving my dog crazy."
Him: (silence)
Me: "And, please don't let him **** in my yard anymore. It's pretty gross."
Him: (again, silence)
Four hours later, I came home and found another sloppy land mine in the yard. Furious, I was ready to throw it all over his front porch, but SWMBO didn't want to cause trouble, especially since we're new to the neighborhood. Fortunately, his house is for sale. It can't sell fast enough.