Oh crap!

Today was the day our family lawyer met with us to help us make our long overdue wills. I've known him for years as he's a family friend but had never seen him dressed to the nines as he was going to work from our house. He looked very dapper in his smart suit and gaberdine coat and Italian leather shoes.  Having discussed what to do and after a good catch up he got up to leave, he was almost at the front door when I shouted at the top of my voice STOP! Almost giving him and hubby a heart attack nearly making me a widow and without an executor.
My reaction was as a result of having spotted the biggest dog crap of epic proportions almost behind the bloody front door. Too late! The beautiful Italian leather shoe was already being engulfed by the steaming hot turd.
Fortunately he could see the funny side of it as he tried to squeeze out the narrow gap of the door and my lasting image is of this immaculately dressed man of the bar hopping down the steps to try to clean his fancy brogues on the grass.
The offending dog has been disenherited from receiving any of my ill gotten gains.