Mama bear said "Someone's been crapping in my yard!"

Okay, what's the deal with all the dogs running around and crapping in my yard?! It's pissing me off. Everytime I take the kids out to play (yes, I do actually interact with my children on occasion) I notice that there is more poo that could not possibly all come from my dog (a small terrier doesn't produce giant doody). It's gotten to the point that I want to install some spy cameras around the house to figure out whose dog is the mystery shitter, if only so I can pick up the poop and leave a big steaming pile of it on the offensive pet owner's lawn. A friend suggested that I pull a Jim Carrey and just take a giant dookey on their lawn myself (Me, Myself, and Irene style). Not to worry all you people still reading this blog who don't "get it." That was a joke.