Stealthily covered up piece(s) of dog residue camouflaged by a plethora of fallen leaves which catches the victim totally off guard. Footwear gets destroyed, emotions take a downward spiral, nostrils get melted and you have no idea when the suffering will end or what action you’ll need to take to get through this. Not even the philosophical and infectious chorus of a Daniel Bedingfield classic can offer encouragement.
“Oh for f*ck’s sake Andy, how did you manage to step in that calamitous autumn dog mine? it’s bigger than your shoe and I would have said it’s a human one until I saw the flakes of dog corn embedded in the tread of your left Gazelle sole”