Dog owners.
Firstly, no it's not fucking alright to drag your little shitmonkey into the gutter when it needs to snip one off because it's 'not on the pavement' and 'oh I don't have a bag' to pick it up. Given that the new turd had an entire family of others nearby, I'll make a guess you do the same every day. How about I come do a shit outside your house which I'm sure will be fine if I don't defile the pavement. (Fortunately it wasn't outside my house or I would have made her eat it.)
Secondly, there are signs at every entrance to Riddlesdown announcing that, like every summer, they are grazing cattle and goats. So why the fuck are you letting your dog off the lead? What do you think is going to happen when your free-ranging spaniel meets a field full of goats. If you have zero control over your dog don't fucking let it off a lead ever. Whatever is between your ears is less dense than a ghost's fart. I don't care that 'it's not your dog,' you're the ones walking it. 'We didn't know there were goats'. You dimwits. What do you think the big things with horns are? Shrubs?
I was a little bit bad and told them I'd called the police because worrying goats is a criminal offence and they should wait. So they ran off, but I hope they spent the rest of today worrying that the next knock on the door was the boys in blue. Or motherfucking Satan with one serious helping of hellfire and damnation.