A Dog-Walkers' Life
Dog poop in the city teaches us depressing lessons about all humankind. I live in a residential neighborhood where the occasional single family home is shoe-horned in between mostly two-storey apartment dwellings, and "lawns" are small rectangles competing for the limited remaining space with concrete slabs that serve as two and three-car parking areas. We have a lot of dogs where I live, and therefore a lot of dog walkers. Most by far pick up after their animals, but there some so boorishly irresponsible that they apparently don't give a damn, and leave their dogs' crap where it dropped. It's the few that despoil things for the rest. One can't help but notice that it's the folks with the biggest dogs who are the worst offenders, those in-your-face people whose huge pets are reflections of their egos, and who I suspect are rather pleased to be constantly leaving their brobdingnagian scatalogical marks on the world for the rest of us nerds, bearing our little poop collection bags, to suffer.
posted by John M Crowther @ 7:37 AM
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'brobdingnagian scatalogical'?, can't even pronounce this, translation, please. (grin), well I live out in the county on 5 to 10 acre plots and still the neighbors let their dogs out early in the morning so that they can run and poop on our land instead of theirs. Meanwhile we carefully clean up each day after our dogs who are not allowed to leave our property. One of these days I am going to gather up the waste from neighbor's dog, get a bag and delivery the residue to him. He believes that none of the neighbors knows that he lets his dogs out around 6 am; assuming that all the neighbors are still asleep. Needless to say, he does not have horses to feed in the morning or birds to watch while sitting on the porch drinking first cup of tea to start the day.
alright who took my name off the above comment (grin)
"brobdingnagian scatalogical marks"
What a lovely euphemism for such an unlovely object. Next time I hit my finger with a hammer I promise to shout out "Ah, brobdingnagian scatalogical mark!"
Anony posts:
>>Needless to say, he does not have horses to feed in the morning or birds to watch while sitting on the porch drinking first cup of tea to start the day.<<
Which reminds me of that old saying "Thank god, cows can't fly!"
love your remarks, il professore.
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