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Tag, like his mum often brings gifts to me when I come home after leaving them for a while. He also has the revolting habit of eating dog poo. This afternoon he did his normal coy greeting carrying something delicately between his teeth. My sixth sense told me not to hold my hand out and thank him for his lovely gift. Instead I asked him what it was and to put it down. Yes, I am sure you've guessed, it was a dog turd.