Anyone who has read any of my blog entries will know we have a dog.
Hopefully, readers will also know that we are conscientious owners who take care of our pet, her welfare, her diet, exercise, and her excrement.
There is a dog walk here.
It follows the line of the marina basin and is a haven for rabbits and the occasional squirrel.
Dogs are allowed to run off lead.
We walk it at least 5 times a day.
The marina staff provide bags and a metal dustbin specifically for dog waste.
There is a sign that says PLEASE CLEAN UP AFTER YOUR DOG.
Sadly, there is always ONE who does not comply.
And yesterday, I put my foot in their dog’s sh!t.
I was not amused. In fact, I was furious.
I was wearing my new trainers, the ones with the lovely deep tread to stop me slipping on the gantry.
The smelly deep tread now filled with someone elses dog’s sh!t.
I’ve had enough.
I am a connoisseur of dog poo, and I have seen your dog do the deed.
I can therefore identify it.
I know who you are.
I have already cleared up three of your dog’s deposits as it was right where we walk early in the morning and at night.
One morning, you are going to find a nice surprise on your poo-p deck.
Whether I leave it in the bag or not will depend on my mood.