As I pull into my driveway the day before yesterday, I am greeted by what has become an all too familiar sight: The neighbor’s hundred plus pound yellow lab hunkered down shitting what looks like a little mexican midget in my front yard. Now if this was a once in a while occurrence, I might be able to overlook it, but it is becoming a regular thing. What I found most upsetting about the whole event is that my neighbor, an area native and about as redneck as they come, is sitting on his front steps watching his dog make a mini sculpture of him on my lawn, with what I swear could only be interpreted as pride.
Before I can park my car and get back around the house, the dog has finished his duty and had left a present on my lawn big enough to trip a horse. Lovely way to start my evening, but having had a long day, I decide it’s not a battle I want to fight right then so it will wait for another day.
Yesterday morning as I’m exiting the driveway, my peripheral vision draws my attention to my rearview mirror, where I immediately catch sight of this huge pile of dog shit. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but I could almost swear it was waving goodbye to me as if to say, “Have a great day. I’ll be right here waiting for the dog to shit me out some friends!” I found myself thinking the whole way to work that I should probably pick out a name for my new yard ornament, as big as it is. Jose’, maybe Miguel, and thinking if you put it next to Chelsea Handler people might confuse it for Chuy.
I arrive home yesterday, deliberately avoiding looking at my yard to see if the Mexican midget has multiplied in my absence. A short while later, my daughter arrives home and finds me out on the back patio, where she tells me that once again, the dog is hunkered down in the front yard making a friend for the pile from the day before. Obviously my neighbor doesn’t give a shit (those his dog gives plenty) so it’s time I do something about it. As I have thought about this today, I am really not sure how I’m going to handle this maddening situation with my neighbor, but I thought I’d share a few of my favorite ideas.
Idea Number 1: Transport shit via shovel and transplant it on neighbor’s doorsteps in a spot most likely to be stepped in before being noticed.
Idea Number 2: Using shovel, sling shit from my yard to his, taking special aim to hit his work truck and attached tools.
Idea Number 3: The classic, “poop in a bag lit on fire at front door”.
Now I know that all of these are very unneighborly behaviors, but then, so is allowing his dog to leave daily sculptures on my lawn. I am now up to three piles in my yard from this dog, and if I have to pick them up, there will be repercussions to my neighbor. I will become the shit bandit. Exacting my revenge in the stinkiest, messiest method available while returning his beloved pet’s byproduct.
I am now about to head home, and if my yard looks any more like a Mexican midget block party, I just might blow my stack. I may just forgo the tactical planning, and sling it directly at him! Lord grant me patience as I go home to face this shitty situation.
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