I love dogs. Alice lived to be 15 years old, and I've never had a friend who was more constant, eager to please, or indiscriminate about what she ate. Certainly, I've never known one who could eat a dirty mop-head, vomit, and then lick my face.
So when I tell you that the bike path between MME and Excelsior is full of dog poop, you'll know that I'm not looking to find fault with dogs. I just want to ask those who are walking with them to clean up after them, so I don't have to watch my feet to avoid stepping in poop.