Another Reason to Hate My Apartment

I had to explain to Sean schnitz_mi, when he visited my apartment this past weekend, what was the yellow liquid that was on the outside balcony that stretches the length of the building, right in front of my, and everyone else's, front door.

Yep, that's dog piss.

All of that, and there is a good bit of it, is from the little, black toy poodle that lives...three doors down (see, even iTunes has a sense of humor as I write this-Loser by Three Doors Down). Every morning, and every evening his owner takes him for a walk. Our little...well, I don't know what sex our little Brillo pad of a dog is, marks his/her territory with a pissing vengeance the world has never seen before. It's all over, from one end to another, about ten apartment units.

I never actually catch the dog and owner, a stick-figure of a woman. Kate Moss-ish. They are out walking at times I never am. I've asked the front office to clean it up, and send her the bill, but to no avail. hell, these are the people who still haven't fixed the dryers in the front part of the complex, forcing us to all use the laundry rooms in the back. There's 400 different apartments here. Grr.

I'm debating on leaving the good old "anonymous note". Sure, it's a wuss move, but hey, what do I care? I have no reason to care, I'm just tired of tracking in dog urine on my shoes. It could go something like this:

Dear Kate Moss, or current resident,
Do you think that your little dog could actually find a tree or bush to piss on rather than flooding our balcony with his/her golden showers? please have some courtesy for the other residents who must walk through the warm glow of your little dog's waste in order to enter our homes.
Signed,
Concerned Residents Against Poodles

Why should I play hopscotch to get into my house?