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Saturday, January 07, 2006

my complaint

Some people I just don't understand.
Why would a fine man, a lovely woman... obviously kind-hearted, caring and considerate...
why would they allow their beloved pet, their dog -or it might even be two or three... and each one on their separate leash- why would they let them foul the public walkway?
If the animal does have the urgent need to relieve himself right then and there, and this I can fully understand, don't you know that the pet owner is obligated by law to pick up the dog-do?
It's against the law, y'all... you can't just leave your dog's calling card behind!
You know it and I know it.
So please, do show some consideration for your fellow-human beings also.
With the fall leaves still littering the ground, it is impossible to tell where you and your dog have been... and how can one know if he did or he didn't give in to the call of nature?
This morning I was one of the unfortunate ones who stepped into the hidden mess, and I am still mad about it.
I was not even aware of what had happened until the smell hit me after I had re-entered my house. I searched high and low, wondering where it might be originating, that awful smell... didn't even take the trouble to take off my shoes first as I usually do after I have taken a walk... and in the meanwhile spreading the offending matter all over the floor, all over the carpets...
I am appealing to you, dear neighbors, dear friends, kindly show the same consideration to us as you would to your pets.
May it be here or may it be a thousand miles from here, nobody likes to step in doggy-do. It's disgusting and unsanitary, and really completely unnecessary... just takes a little consideration by the owners of the pet.
Well, I am not mad anymore... got it off my chest... so
Happy New Year to you all.

5 Comments:

  • I stepped in on Christmas Eve and didn't know it until I was in the car on my way to church with the whole family.

    I had to go to the rest room, scrub the offensive thing, and then wear a wet shoe for the rest of the evening.

    By Blogger Granny, at 8:25 AM  

  • oops - stepped in IT

    Tell me you can understand what I mean even when I leave out words and I'll stop adding corrections.

    By Blogger Granny, at 8:26 AM  

  • oh sure, granny ann, I know what you mean. You don't have to add corrections or explinations.

    But isn't it amazing... once you have vented your anger by writing it all out, the resentment has suddenly left you.
    'It' really wasn't so bad.
    Well no, I won't go quite so far... it was a horribly smelly mess.

    By Blogger Vale of York, at 5:49 PM  

  • In my neck of the woods, the council put up red "dog mess" bins for dog walkers to deposit offending items, and 99% of the populace do so. Unfortunately, being bright red, and mounted on poles, certain of the aged population have what is called over the pond, a "senior moment" and regularly post their mail into a steaming box of canine faeces. So now all the dog mess bins have "THIS IS NOT A POST BOX" painted on them!

    By Blogger Merkin, at 1:15 AM  

  • ... to the merkin.... this is just too funny for words.
    Poor old dears...

    By Blogger Vale of York, at 8:51 PM  

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