My first blog post in the “64 Worst” series was about McMansions vs. People Who Don’t Pick Up Their Dog’s Poop. (Currently the vote is dead even…) I went out to empty my trash and was greeted by this lovely item out my back gate. Hmmmm. Has some disgruntled dog owner figured out where I live?
If you want to get the full impact, just click on over to the other side. (But if you are eating lunch, come back later…)