I hate when I "unknowingly" step in pet poop in my own front yard when I don't even own a pet.
I hate the first wave of realization that there is a strong odor of poop suddenly, in my house.
I hate that it wouldn't occur to me that I could possibly have poop on my shoe... because... again... I don't own a pet... but sure enough, upon lifting my foot... there is poop on my shoe.
I hate when I turn around to find that I've tracked said poop through the house.
I hate when I have to start Monday morning by mopping up poop tracks across the kitchen floor, down the stairs and onto the landing.
I hate when I have to scrape my shoe with a stick to get poop off of it.
I hate the smell of poop!
And finally... I'm not very "fond" of people who either let their pets poop on my front yard, or let their pets roam the neighborhood, to poop anywhere they can, except their own dang yard.
My husband gets extremely irate when he comes across cat poop in his garden bed. There’s so many cats around here he wouldn’t know which owner to get the sh*ts with.