Walter Briggs stepped onto his front porch at seven in the morning, coffee mug in hand, and immediately stopped breathing. There it was again. Right in the middle of his lawn — the part he had reseeded just last Tuesday — a fresh, steaming pile that could only have come from something the size of a small horse. He stared at it for a long moment. A vein pulsed slowly in his forehead.
Frustrated by Neighbors' Dogs Ruining His Lawn, This Man Devises a Clever Plan to Teach Them a Lesson
