scoop after you poop... OR ELSE..

I've passed down this lane seven or eight times a day for the past six-and-an-half years but I've never yet caught anyone in the process of soiling the lovely cobbles with nasty slimy smelly dogshite; they just appear magically so that they're either ready for when I'm in a rush in the morning and walking round the corner with a little less care than required, when weary in the evening or just when looking for blips in the walls. It's now habitual to carefully inspect the next few footsteps' worth of ground extremely carefully but it only takes a moment's inattention to end up with a treadful of nasty clinging foul-smelling gak which takes ages to clean off properly and spoils the shoes foreverafter. There use to be a kindly soul who would walk the nearby Haddon's Court most evenings and clearly indicate dogturds with a ring of white or yellow chalk but they haven't left their mark for a couple of years now. The fact that the pavement has been almost shite-free during that time suggests it was perhaps one of the perpetrators attempting to assuage their guilt.

It's time to address the source of the problem.