Today the dad/husband came by he said "I'm sorry my wife and daughter are so retarded" I swear those were his exact words. I told him why he was upset, he understood, then right when he was about to say godbye, he said "If you could though, could you try to stop him from pooping in my side yard?" "What?" Sanity's been on the run, he can't poop in this guy's side yard. So he goes to show me and I start laughing. "That can't be his poop that's too small!" "What do you mean? That's huge, ony your dog can poop that big!" "Do you want to see a Dane poop?" I go find one of Sanity's which is easily 4 times the size of the one in the yard. He looks at it a minute and says "I think we need to DNA test it to find out what's knocking over my garbage....... ."