Ian O'Doherty: Would you ever stop bitching -- and clean up your own dog's act
So, here's the deal. The weather has cleared up, we've emerged from the biggest white-out in years and you decide to wrap up and go out for a brisk walk with family along the pier.
And then, as you're sucking in the sea air and telling yourself that soon it will be spring and things will be better, it happens.
Your foot suddenly shifts a little and you look down and, yup, there it is -- a juicy big lump of dog shite has smeared itself all across your shoe.