Many many years ago, my wife and I were out for a night-time stroll. As we came around a bend in one street we saw a man walking a Golden Retriever. The Retriever stopped on the boulevard and proceeded to drop the biggest pile of nauseating diarrhea I have ever seen. The smell was instantly gagging and of such noxious quality that I almost retched on the sidewalk right then and there. It took a supreme effort of will to keep the vomit down.
The resultant pile of semi-solid shit was easily 8" high and a solid foot in diameter. It was then I noticed the man's teen-aged son holding one of those small poop-and-scoop bags staring at the pile with a look of abject horror and fear on his face.
What brought about that particular memory? The picture found in this story.