Eh, that’s a baseball park, not a dog toilet. Our keiki play there. I jog in the morning and I’ll see half a dozen people releasing the hounds. That’s fine, but leaving their turds just isn’t pono. Those steaming piles of doodoo don’t just magically poof into shitake fertilizer dust and disappear overnight. Either someone else has to scoop them up or it smears all over our … [Read more...] about Eh Brah, that’s a baseball park, not a dog toilet!