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

Walter had tried being polite about it. He had knocked on the Petersons’ door and mentioned, with a smile, that the lawn was reseeded and perhaps Biscuit could be guided around it. Mrs. Peterson had smiled back, said “of course, of course,” and the next morning Biscuit was back in the same spot. He had left a friendly note in the Nguyens’ mailbox. He had had a brief, pleasant conversation with Mr. Garcia, who had clapped him on the shoulder and promised to “keep an eye on Tank.” Tank’s eye, it turned out, was very much on Walter’s lawn.