Guess what this photo is about? That’s right, it’s me telling Piles off (by telepathy of course; I read in the how to bring up your dog to be a decent individual-book that it’s no use telling dogs off for something after the event, as they won’t make the connection).
Yes, when we were walking yesterday morning and I stopped to look at yet another eyesore ruining a vista in Pui O, namely a big metal fence being erected, Piles had a good mouthful or three of … some fresh poo. But not cow poo and not dog poo; no, human poo. It’s the only poo he ever eats.
Actually, so far he’s only rolled in human poo but who knows if he hasn’t sneaked a couple of swallows while he’s been at it. However it is clear that when it comes to dog/human poo inconvenience, just eating is so much better than eating and rolling. I think you know what I mean.
But who has a crap in the middle of a concrete footpath? Without using paper? I found myself fervently hoping it was the human poo from a child, for some reason.