I’m THAT Neighbor
Written on my driveway, in bright green chalk, is this:
Please clean up
your dog’s poop
in my yard
Next time I will use multicolor chalk, like this:
I have cancer. My immune system
is compromised. Cleaning up your
dog’s poop could kill me.
I love sidewalk chalk.
Dance with the Reaper 
I know why we are friends now. I wrote in my trash cans– this is private property you are trespassing. Please take the poop with you! it is smelly and in my trash can.
Good for you!
I had a neighbor whose dog lived for the day it was let out of its fenced-in, poop-filled yard so it could take a massive dump in my yard (these are small yards, and close houses). Not the dog’s fault – its own yard was filthy. But this was during the period of time my daughter was at the learning-to-walk age, and it made me crazy. Once I managed to stick my head out the window and catch the dog in the act while its owner stood there: “You’re going to clean that up, right?” I said, sweetly. He at least had the grace to blush crimson.
A friend in San Antonio once recommended putting the offending substance in a ziploc bag and taping it to the front door of the dog’s owner’s house with a note: “Excuse me. Perhaps you didn’t notice, but these fell out of your dog.”
Now I will know where your house is! Keep it up until Friday Girly! The Thornton Clan will be there!