I worked Graveyard for a decade or so once, and a Neighbor moved in, with his Dog. Said Neighbor let his Dog loose during the day.
Bark, bark, bark, poop, poop, poop. The Dog, that is. Cats started to disappear. I finally got fed up; talking to the Neighbor was like talking to his dog. One late night, just before going to work, I used the Fireplace shovel to fling the latest deposit against his Garage Door. Note that I did not cross Property Boundaries; I'm pretty good at flinging Shit from the street. This went on for a week or so. The Door began to become encrusted. Neither the Dog nor Dog Owner gave a Shit. And then I called the Landlord, as Anonymous Coward: "You know that Rental that you have on Lake Street? Why is the Garage Door always covered with Dog Feces?" Dog and Dog Owner moved out. It turns out that Dog Shit is hell on paint; the Garage Door had to be re-painted.
I think that it was Farley Mowat that pointed out that Wild Dogs and Wolves bury their Scat, and the habit of pooping anywhere and everywhere was a habit picked up from their new Human Masters.
In days of old, when Knights were bold And Toilets weren't invented They laid their Load beside the road And walked away contented.
God, I had hoped for a much better story after reading the first sentence