Catching the Human Pooper who keeps defecating on my property
A tremendously Shitty job
Harold Greenbaum was tired, but his Golden Retriever Brutus wanted to retrieve himself, and he was crying beside Harold’s bed. Tamara, Harold’s wife, whispered that the dog needed to go out. Harold finally relented. He threw on a pair of slippers and a house coat and led Brutus down the stairs to the sliding doors leading to his backyard. He grabbed a bag to scoop Brutus’s poop, turned on the exterior light, and went outside with his dog. It was a very brisk morning. Brutus ran to a corner and squatted to do his business.
When he stood up, Harold started walking over when he stepped on something squishy. He knew it couldn’t be Brutus’s shit, so he wondered what it was. He continued to the corner, bent down and picked up Brutus’s very large mound of dung, and headed back to the kitchen, sliding as he walked.
When he got to the light outside the door, he looked at his slipper and almost threw up, the bottoms and side were covered with manure and it didn’t look like the kind from a dog. It was impossible! How could there be shit in his back? He picked up after Brutus whenever he dropped a deuce.
The manure was stinky, and Harold had no choice. He found a garbage bag and deposited his slippers. He was tired and upset. How did…
