Dog poop on the floor, dog poop on the ceiling, flaming dog poop on my front porch after I complained about the dog poop on my dog. They should call this place "North Shore Animal Feces", because that's all you get when you step foot/animal foot into the building. Also, not that it's their fault or anything, but they are in the sketchiest part of Port Washington, and although I can't prove it, I'm pretty sure they keep releasing rogue feline agents in an attempt to build a guerilla stray cat army to topple the North Hempstead regime. Scary doog poop. I stepped on a broken bottle walking down that street in flip-flops, and none of the animals lifted a paw to help me.