The city was beautiful from from the hill top this morning

An sweet old man lives on the block. He has an equally sweet, very old, and very slow Lab which the man takes out for a walk, dressed only in his worn out brown, terry cloth robe, some well-used slippers. and a straw hat. He is friendly, always smiling as they conquer the hill.
During the day he sits outside his garage, still dressed in his robe, petting the Lab and watching the world go by.

One minor problem: the dog has chosen the pavement next to the only piece of community green as his toilet and the results remains there afterwards, like composting but on concrete, where is festers, attracts flies, dries up and eventually disintegrates in to peoples shoes as the frequency of the product makes it almost unavoidable to not step on some of it at some point.

It has become a familiar part of my everyday. As often as I say good morning to the man, I also skilfully dodge dog poo on my way up the hill.
Part of living in this neighborhood.