Bruce and I were looking at the front of our house tonight when the neighbor's mop dog came walking up our driveway.
We just stood there and watched to see if its owner would react. She was out mowing her yard and actually got up off of her mower to come retrieve him from our yard.
The little scamp ran into our back yard and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing as she ran right by me, chasing after him.
So now I see that my poop-in-a-bag message got through to her. But, she hasn't figured out how to resolve the problem yet.
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