I walked past a yard today that had piles of dog shit neatly spaced about one foot apart, like a simple grid. We know the dog as an incredibly old incredibly large dog named "Bear"...
The owner can be found either saying "Bear..." threateningly off the back porch as if Bear would wander into the street (there is no fence). Or he might be found just yelling "God..."
"...Damnit Bear!" out the screen when Bear has wandered to the front yard. Bear doesn't bark... he just peacefully makes it to the next poopless spot, leaves a deposit, and returns IF he wants to forfeit an adventure into the unknown.
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