Now, what shall I talk about?
Poop. I think that's a good start.
I live in an apartment complex and most of my neighbors have dogs. I do not. I have Princess Fiona and I love her. My complex has those handy doggy clean-up stations. You know, the ones with the trashcan and the little baggies for picking up poop? Well I apparently either live with the dumbest people in the world or the laziest. I went outside last night to take the trash out and decided to go for a little walk afterwards. I got back up to my apartment and I bent over to feed Fiona. This put my face in close proximity to the litter box. I smelled poop. I checked, but her box was clean. And then I saw it. There was a giant turd on the bottom of my shoe. And all over my beige carpet. I was livid. One of my stupid/lazy neighbors couldn't take the .2 extra seconds to pick up their dog's poop and I ended up stepping in it and tracking it back into my home. Needless to say, I spent the remainder of the night cleaning, but I couldn't get the poop smell out of my nostrils. I wish I knew who the guilty party was because I would have words with them. And then I might scoop up the rest of the poop from the grass and leave them a nice present on their doormat. Jerks.
Does anyone else have this problem where they live? How would you deal with it?