Frustrated by Neighbors' Dogs Ruining His Lawn, This Man Devises a Clever Plan to Teach Them a Lesson

Walter Briggs had lived at 14 Clover Lane for thirty-one years. He had moved in the summer after he retired from the post office, where he had sorted letters for four decades without ever losing a single one. He was proud of that. He was also proud of his lawn—a thick, even carpet of Kentucky bluegrass that he had grown from bare dirt, fed with carefully measured fertilizer, and watered every morning before six. Neighbors had stopped him on walks to compliment it. A boy had once asked if it was artificial.