We had recently moved into our new home and didn’t know any of the neighbors. One neighbor a few doors down had an old basset hound who, for some unknown reason, decided that our front yard resembled his bathroom nirvana. I didn’t yet know for sure which dog was “blessing” our yard until I caught him in the act- with his pants down so to speak. I finally scooped up the large steaming pile of poop with my shovel, carried it over to its rightful home, knocked on the front door, opened the screen door, and when the owner answered I dumped the prize in the entryway just inside the door. I said “I believe this belongs to you” and left. They and their company were having dinner in the dining room a few feet from the door and everyone present watched and heard what I said. I wasn’t loud, growling, or threatening- I was just friendly and matter-of-fact about it. Their stunned expression was priceless. That was the end of our front yard surprises. The neighbors never again mentioned it.