When it snowed a few feet here last month, everyone got a little lazy and started to ignore some of society's conventions...garbage cans weren't emptied, so trash just kinda piled up around them. Parking your car just somewhere near the curb (fully parallel or not) was acceptable. Work was disregarded, ignored, even mocked by many. And I was ok with all of these things. It's how we survived in such tough times.
But I refuse to look the other way in regards to one segment of society that flouted the rules: Dog People.
For some reason, Dog People (and you asshats know who you are) decided that since there was snow on the ground, it was ok to stop picking up their dog's poop. I guess since said poop was now resting on a 2-foot snowbank, as opposed to the sidewalk, the Dog People figured it was ok to let it sit. After all, nobody would be walking up there, right?
Wrong. See, snow melts. Poo doesn't. So when the snow melted, the poo drifted down to the sidewalk, where all the non-Dog People are now stepping in it. I've seen more smashed poop on the street in the last 3 weeks than I've seen in years. Walking to work every day is like wading through a stink-laced mine field.
As payback, I've been staring—intently—at everyone I see walking their dog. They know what that stare means. If they don't have a plastic bag at the ready, I stare even harder, and sometimes I mutter under my breath.
So there. Pick up the poop or you'll get an angry muttering stare.
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hahaha two poodles. :) you should carry plastic bags with you and hand them out...
Our poodles are so smart they pick up their own crap.
Do you also stare at the people who've dressed their dogs in a little furry coat or with a bejeweled collar?
Yep. And while I stare, I pray that those dogs lick their asses right before they lick the jackass that dressed them up.
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