Miles Killer

When Dave took Jake, our dog, out for a walk early Sunday morning, he saw a Little Tykes jungle gym pushed to the edge of our neighbors driveway a few houses away. After North went down for a nap, we snuck away to check it out and see if we could transport it by hand. Stupidly, we brought Jake on the excursion with us. Excited and unable to contain his bowels, he squatted and pooped right in the driveway of the neighbor while we stood there figuring out how to move their free play set.

"Thank you for the free toy, here is some poop for you!"

Dave bagged up the poop and strapped Jake's leash through his belt loop and Jake squatted again in the road and shat three more times. Again, Dave bagged the poop, resituated our poopy puppy and took up his side of the jungle gym. Meanwhile, the neighbors giving away the item were surely watching our display and will now think twice before they do a good deed in the future. Strange, but some people do not like to be thanked in feces.

Dave later reported that he saw said neighbor power washing the end of his driveway where the transgression occurred. I need to make a point to thank them in a less crappy way.