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

Walter’s front lawn ran open to the footpath, divided from it only by a low brick edging that no dog had ever treated as a boundary. The trouble had started eighteen months ago, when three new families moved into Clover Lane within a few months of each other. All three had dogs. The Petersons had a golden retriever named Biscuit who was cheerful and enormous and seemed to produce waste in quantities that defied biology. The Nguyens had two small terriers that yapped without pause and had a habit of digging. And the Garcias had a bulldog named Tank who moved slowly but left evidence of his visits like a calling card.