Woody has a taste for sheep sh1t then wonders why I don't want cocker kisses afterwards, but my most disgustable experience was provided courtesy of my Rottie Ozzy when he was my only dog so out walking him alone. As usual he disappears into the wood and unusually does not recall, thinking he may have got caught up I venture off the foot path and into the wood to find said dog rolling, mentally say to self oh no not fox poop again ............ having to go right up to the selectively deaf hound I see a Tesco carrier bag which is peeking out from beneath my energetically rolling dog, despite the vile smell I bend down and make a grab for his collar my hand receiving a liberal amount of the brown stuff the realisation hits me like a freight train this was not fox poop but human excrement. Gagging I make my way home with my sh1t encrusted dog I meet another regular wood walker and at a distance (smell was so bad to get close to anyone) who on learning my plight tells me that someone has been sleeping rough in the woods for a few days and obviously what Ozzy discovered in that bag was his makeshift toilet. The smell stayed with me for days and every so often I would start gaging thinking about it. Fox poop seems quite tame now.
