For two weeks straight, I cleaned up what I thought was dog poop from my doorstep, always in the same spot, always early in the morning. I blamed the neighbor’s dog and grumbled about irresponsible pet owners. But after enough frustration, I installed a video doorbell to catch the culprit.
What I saw left me speechless: it wasn’t a dog at all, IT WAS MY NEIGHBOR. A grown man. Using my doorstep as his personal bathroom. I reported it, but the police said their hands were tied. So I took a different route, I invited his wife over for a sunrise walk…
Cleaning up dog poop from my own doorstep every morning felt disgusting and infuriating. At first, I thought it was a one-time thing, a stray dog maybe. But then it kept happening almost every single day. I found myself cursing under my breath at the thoughtless neighbor who’d let their dog run wild. It was frustrating, having to deal with something so unpleasant in the mornings. I knew something had to change, but wasn’t sure what to do next.
I'd reached my limit and decided to take action. I didn’t know which neighbor's pet to blame, so I resorted to technology. I installed a doorbell camera, hoping to catch the infamous pooch and put an end to this mess. It felt odd, setting up what seemed like a mini-surveillance system for such a trivial reason, but I really wanted to get to the bottom of it. My curiosity was piqued, and I was ready for answers.