Dog's Hit

I don't blame the dogs. It's the manky, lazy dog owners that can't be arsed cleaning up after them that piss me off. Especially when it's such an obvious huge steaming mound left smack bang in the middle of a narrow path that has a tree growing on one side and a fence on the the other that forces you to squelch through it before you realise. Front and back wheels. Breaking the crust on it like that releases an olfactory experience straight from Beelzebub's lower colon too and locking it away all day in the sunshine for it to bake and ferment only made it worse. Was heaving before I even got the padlock undone, and had to leave it a few minutes for the noxious cloud to crawl away.

Absolutely minging.

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