OK. I'm at war. In the flowerbed that runs the length of the east side of our house, someone let their big dog "do his duty" - or hers - right at the edge along the sidewalk. Right next to the carnation plant my grandsons gave to me on Mother's Day. And it was a BIG "duty", left there in all its stinky glory to smother my carnations and attract a multitude of flies on the hot days we're having lately. I. am. not. going. to. touch. it. It's the principle of the thing. It's also against the law here in Portland not to curb your dog. And if I ever catch them letting their dear darling precious substitute-for-a-child dog poop in my yard again, I will 'collect' it. And I will follow them home. And I will, quite unceremoniously dump it on their doorstep. This message is for you, Buster or Busterette. Consider yourself warned.
End of story.