A few weeks ago I was walking my dog early in the morning. He gets into his squatting position and I pull out a poop back from my pocket. Nothing unusual.
My dog decides not to poop there, so we carry on our way. Some dude down the block is warming up car and yelling (at me, apparently).
“…DID YOU LEAVE YOUR DOGS SHIT ON THE GROUND? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?”
“My dog didn’t shit. I have an empty poop bag in my hand.”
“I SAW YOUR DOG SHIT IN MY REAR VIEW AND YOU DIDN’T PICK IT UP.”
“My dog didn’t shit. Why would I be carrying this poop bag if I didn’t intend to clean it?”
“I’M GOING DOWN THERE AND IF I SEE SHIT I AM RUBBING IT IN YOUR FACE.” [This is a verbatim quote]
I continue on down the block past my house because my dog still needs to shit. My neighbor gets in his truck (complete with NASCAR bumper sticker) and pulls up alongside me.
“I owe you an apology.”
“Yes you do.”
“I’m sorry. I hate people not picking up their dogs shit.”
“Trust me buddy, I know, I live across the street.” *points at apartment* “I want a clean neighborhood as badly as you do.”
~~2 weeks later, this morning, where it’s steadily raining in Philadelphia~~
My dog and I are coming around the block and he’s sniffing signs, stoops, everything. He happens to sniff at that same asshole’s stoop and he steps out.
“Do you mind?”
My dog had already shit so I waved a full poop bag right at him.
“Don’t let your dog piss on my step.”
“Dude, it’s raining outside.”
“Yeah well I’m the one that has to smell it!”
Shrugged and walked away.
There are dozens of dogs on my block. Potentially hundreds in my neighborhood. What makes this dude call me and my 10 pound out?

Considering that I live on a block of older, mostly retired, blue collar Irish-Americans who don’t approve of “the blacks” or “fuckin’ muslims” I gotta believe the worst crime I committed is having brown skin tone and a beard.
Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass
But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass
That means hoe, you been shit-ted on!
I’m not the first dog that’s shitted on your lawn

