Poop isn’t my first choice for humor. But the annual neighborhood association meeting is next week, “Deterring Dog Waste” is on the agenda as usual, so when I was casting about for a story premise, it seemed the obvious thing.

Hmm, my dog’s over there, drooling. Maybe I should try writing about saliva. Then I can use the phrase you just reminded me of, regarding what happens when the spit hits the fan.