A family of dog turds waits to cross the street on a crisp spring afternoon, with snowbergs and hoseyboi nodes in the background.
A family of dog turds waits to cross the street on a crisp spring afternoon, with snowbergs and hoseyboi nodes in the background.

Yet another New Westminster classic; a family of rotund dog-turds smack-dab in the middle of the sidewalk along an intersection on a busy street. The perfect shape and color, these are absolutely exemplary of the ideals to which dog-turds should aspire. Their unbagged and unmolested state, in such a heavily trafficked area, indicates that not one but two assholes were involved in laying these eggs.