$5 at the Dollar Store and my twist on being neighborly

My neighbors across the alley are two fellas in their late teens/early twenties. They don't usually pay too much heed to HOA rules, which is fine--you might have noticed I'm not a fan of the HOA either.

However... Some things, HOA or no, are just common courtesy.

The boys across the alley have a huge dog. Had I not actually seen the dog, I'd have reason to believe they're stabling a miniature donkey over there. You've never seen such enormous piles of shit in your life.

And the reason I'VE seen them is that THEY NEVER CLEAN THAT SHIT UP. And Fido's prime shitting action happens right next to my garage. It's a fucking minefield out there.

I've put up with it for awhile, but I'm sick of it. Beau suggested I scoop it all and leave it on their front porch, which is tempting. But that could lead to backlash; it's not like they don't know where I live.

So I decided to do something that would make me laugh and get the point across. I bought pinwheels, paper bells, and clear tape at the dollar store and enlisted Beau's artistic help in making some charming little signs.

And then, I planted a pinwheel in each pile of dog shit.

I. Shit. You. Not.

I crap myself up sometimes.

I'll keep you posted on any results.