Disappointedly, I let the dogs out for a clean out.
The guy that had checked the road came driving out. MR. T (My pack leader at the time.) made the guy slam on his breaks when he ran out and started taking a crap right in front of the hound guy’s truck. I might have thought it was an accident, except that Mr. T looked over his shoulder at the guy while he did his business! I was laughing too hard to get on to Mr. T.
Mr. T was a legend in his own right. He lived to be 18 years old.