In a way, these dog threads remind me of the people who whine endlessly when my great dane leaves a pyramid or two in the park. Do you really think you have the right to go through life without stepping in an occasional pile of dog dukey? What if your kids never experience having to wash dog doo from between their toes? In a way, my dog's impressive turds are preparing our neighborhood's youth for life.

Spreggy, doing his part to raise the children of his village.

To the OP: learn to cope with dogs, k? G/L!