My neighbor let her dog use my lawn as a toilet every morning for six months and never cleaned up once — I stayed polite until she made one comment I couldn’t forget, and by the next morning I’d taught her a lesson without raising my voice once.

goes where his owner takes him.

He does what dogs do.

The problem was never Winston.

It was Marguerite.

The first time Winston relieved himself on the corner of my front lawn, I assumed it was accidental.

Marguerite walked him back to her house without cleaning it up.

I told myself she probably hadn’t noticed.

Or maybe she was in a hurry.

I went outside and cleaned it myself.

The second time, I watched from the window.

Winston stopped.

Marguerite looked directly at the spot.

Then she glanced toward my