I trod in dog shit. Fuck. Man, I was sitting in my room doing my TAFE work, and I noticed this horrid smell. It didn't take too long before I checked my shoes, and there it was! A present from old Rover! I spent like 30 mins cleaning my shoes, but the annoying thing is that I swear I can still smell it. I don't know where the hell it is though.
I love dogs, but I would have no reservations about kicking the hell out of the dog that punished my poor old shoes. Not to mention my poor old nose. That dog needs to change it's diet.
EDIT: It's been a while, and I have not trod in any more dog shit
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