There's just no polite way to say this.
My dog is an aficionado of human waste. Especially when it is redolent with the flavors of a hard night out drinking.
Oh, it's not just Tuna. All dogs are turd burglars. Keep that in mind when you're thinking about that cute puppy in the window. It'll be a cute puppy for another 2-3 months, and then you've got a full lifetime of turd burgling ahead of you. It's worth it, but just walk into it with your eyes open.
We take our morning walk in Buena Vista Park at about 8:30-9, and given how many other dogs have been running around sniffing it out, I'm amazed that any of it is left for us on the late end of the morning shift.
But every once in a while she'll come strutting out of the bushes, a little swagger in her step, and of course the shit-eating grin, smacking her lips. So, when we get home, I hose out her mouth and feed her a breath-freshener.
One of Harvey Milk's great accomplishments was a pooper-scooper law, memorialized in the recent movie Milk. I'm wondering what we can do about the human waste problem in the city now... Of course, the vast majority of our un-housed citizens figure out a way to take care of these needs hygienically (if you can call the bathroom at Carl's Jr. on UN Plaza hygienic), but I'm thinking maybe we should be handing out sturdy large-size plastic bags alongside the blankets and food.