A while back we would often find mysterious piles of dog crap in our front yard. Nothing would make us angrier. I mean who wants to deal with poop? Especially when you have no idea where it came from? My solution was to take our shovel and toss it into the middle of the street. It’s really simple… not my poop = not my responsibility.
We soon started Poop Watch 2006. We would more or less spy, I mean watch, all of our neighbors that would walk their dogs in front of our house, and making sure they picked up any necessary poo. Unfortunately we did not catch one culprit. I really wanted to catch them in the act so I could yell and threaten them, but they were all very courteous. We figured that it must be nighttime dog walkers or someone who just lets their dog out and let’s them wonder the streets.
I just don’t understand how people cannot pick up their dog’s poo; I mean its part of being a dog owner! If they don’t want to deal with the poo they shouldn’t have gotten a dog. (Hence one of the reasons I do not have a dog and highly enjoyed being the owner of dwarf hamsters since their poo is so small.)
Even when John and I go running along the trails in our neighborhood, there are random piles of poop, and they smell SO bad! Just imagine totally gasping for air, (that’s right I’m in awesome shape), and you take in this HUGE breath only to be filled with a rotten poo aroma! AHHHHH! It is so awful.
Just like in Me, Myself and Irene, I would totally seek revenge if I knew what dog was pooping in our yard. Do you remember that scene?
Well maybe I should be a bit subtler and post this sign.