The dogshit does indeed belong to the new neighbors’ dog. The hubby and I saw the old bastard cruising around our yard bright and early this morning. The hubby took a little stroll, and what do you know? A fresh pile of steaming dogshit was cooling at the top of our driveway. He’s going to talk to them tonight. Hope they’re cool about the situation. I’d hate for relations to disintegrate less than a week into it.
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