You know, I don't know why my dog, Sunny has to look me straight in the eye when she's pooping. Right in the eye as though she is trying to bond with me. If I was going to go poop on someone's lawn, I would have the decency to look away.
Her droopy brown eyes bore into my psyche, "I'm pooping on your lawn right now, and there is nothing you can do about it. How do you like THAT?"