Ever since I saw this article on Slog, I’ve been meaning to write about this. I know most dog owners pick up after their dogs. If they didn’t, with the number of dogs in my Belltown neighborhood, we’d be knee deep in the stuff. But their’s always a few.
Apparently, some think it is the denizens of my building who are the guilty parties. Why else would this sign show up outside our door. And it may be. There is a couple of dog walkers/owners that I never see carrying a plastic bag. And I’m the only one in the building who has the bag thing attached to her leash.
Thankfully, all the dogs in our building are smaller than the two Cocker Spaniel service dogs. Small dogs equal small turds. But other dogs do walk by. The other day there was such a big pile on the sidewalk, it must have come from a Great Dane.
Even more annoying was the bunch of turds right beside the steps to another building, which I encountered the other day. I picked both them and the giant pile up. The ones by the steps were dried. How do people just walk by them?
OK, I know it’s not fun to pick up dog poop. But it’s part of the deal of having a dog in the city. So either move out to the suburbs and let them poop on your lawn, or pick it up, dammit. Hey, I’m in a wheelchair, and I manage. When I can’t manage it, I won’t have a dog. It’s simple. If you’ve got two good legs, you have no excuse.
So I’m on a mission. When I pick up Friday’s poop, I pick up any other poop that is nearby. So, although I’m only working one block (usually), I like to think I’m making the world a better place.
I guess you can file this one under rants.