We do an area of Chepstow which is called Garden City, but Wor Lass calls it Poo City because it's rare that either of us can work in the place for a day without stepping in cat or dog excrement and walking it up a ladder.
I've even considered dropping the area, on one brief occasion while hosing down the smelly, disgusting brown stuff from my ladders and boots.
I know it's not the dog's fault; it's the owners. They should clean up after their animals. I have dropped customers before, because the mess in their back gardens was outragous and yesterday I witnessed a Chav letting his Doberman defecate a huge 'dog egg' onto the pavement and attempt to walk away. I shouted at him to pick it up, but he ignored me and cleared off. Short of taking him (and his dog) on in a fight (I did say to Wor Lass, 'Look, I'll have the one in the baseball cap; you take the one with four legs', but she wouldn't); there wasn't much I could do except swear at him. I was extremely angry and Wor Lass was very embarrassed by my behaviour.
And with cats, because they haven't got owners - they have 'staff' – I'm a little more forgiving towards their house keepers. They're 'orrible sly-little creatures though, that poo in places purposely to catch the unsuspecting window cleaner out.
I hate them (apart from my cute little cat called Kizzy – that uses a litter tray).
Here's a photo of a Chav cat I took in Garden City yesterday:
Thank you for reading my whinge!