Walked out of my friend Carla's house during a break in the intense rains. We see a huge pile of doo-doo in the front yard -- far beyond what any dog is capable of producing. We start to guess. A cow maybe? Later, Carla found the guilty party ... in action ... again! Apparently he was loose around the neighborhood for three days and had found his favorite spot to poop -- Mike & Carla's front yard! Only in the Azores.
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