Here’s something you don’t see every day.
I tell you, we won’t miss dodging Bella’s crap. She poops on the driveway, which is also our path to get to our front door. Last night, she pooped on the roof, so I stepped in it when I was on the phone with Eileen’s parents.
The other day, after returning home, I encounter the above poop formation in the driveway. I like this one. It’s more visible, and its surface area is smaller — or rather its contact-with-ground area is smaller, thus making the chances you’ll step on it slightly less.