Our lawn is not a toilet
Went outside to throw a football around with Glen and discovered a pile of dog shit we'd apparently missed yesterday. By discovered, I mean I stepped in it in a huge way. So abortively ended our footballing and spent ten minutes trying to get the shit off my shoe. Luckily, we have a permanent fountain installed in the side of our house in the form of the new sump evacuation pipe, so washed off my shoe there. REALLY wish the neighbors would keep a better eye on their dog...