I go running with my dog every night. I should really say, we run about 20 feet, then we walk because he's old, decrepit and really can't run anymore. Certainly it's not me!
But the stupid animal insists on shitting in front of the house where the people are out playing with their kids... or out drinking with their family. NO! He can't do it in front of the house of vampires who never come outside.
Of course after he finishes his laying of the eggs, the family looks at me like, "uhhh, you're gonna pick that up right?"
OF COURSE I'M NOT! I'm an ass like that.
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