Every. Single. Day
Cleaning up dog poop from my own doorstep every morning felt disgusting and infuriating. At first, I thought it was a one-time thing, a stray dog maybe.
But then it kept happening almost every single day. I found myself cursing under my breath at the thoughtless neighbor who’d let their dog run wild.
It was frustrating, having to deal with something so unpleasant in the mornings. I knew something had to change, but wasn’t sure what to do next.