Dear Neighbor,

I know you're busy. We all are. If your life seems really overwhelming at this time, I'm really sorry. I'd invite you over for cookies and tea if I knew you. I'm sympathetic regarding the demands on your time. Really, I am.

However, we'd really appreciate it if you'd take the few seconds necessary to pick up your dog's crap once he does his business in our parking strip. One time was "you forgot the plastic baggie" but now you and your poochie pal have made our yard a regular rest area, and the land mines you two leave are getting out of control. I don't think it's too much to ask for you to bend over, pick it up, and dispose of it somewhere else.

We're friendly, and John doesn't really want to turn the hose on you from inside the house, but he will. Oh yes, he will.

If I find out who you are, though, I'm going to pick it up myself, and leave it on your front porch. Maybe the hood of your still warm car. I'm meaner, but I'm also the one who keeps stepping in it.

Thanks for considering this in the future, neighbor.

Stephanie



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