Uncle Ranter's Cosy Thoughts

I have not been very informative on the subject of orange dog turds recently but never fear that I have grown tired of the seemingly relentless task of seeking the perpetrator. It was only last Friday that I spotted a deposit on the pavement outside the entrance to the vaguely Asian newsagents emporium and, for early afternoon, it was still steaming. As you will know these mouldering satanic piles have always been found cold and dried after a darkened night of mysterious happenings, so does this indicate that the canine dropper is getting careless or perhaps too confident in its actions?
I will remain 'qui vive' even though the school run convoy duties caress so much of my time.