Pet hate: dog poo on the pavement.
I like animals. We have a cat that lives in and around our building and he is a wee pet. I get a real giggle out of facebook animal videos shared by friends. The rhino who thinks he is a sheep is one of my favourites. The sheep who thinks he is a dog is another favourite. straying off topic now..
Anyway what I don’t like is picking my way through dog poo on pavements. What I like even less is trying to guide my kids through the minefield.
This morning I was walking behind two women with buggies, and at one point they had to organise themselves into a single file formation to make it through a particularly dense battlefield peppered with splattered poopy. This prompted some vociferous reactions involving goddamn dog do and the unpleasantness of it all. They were particularly grumpy and I totally got it. I particularly enjoyed the term “poo slalom”. (With a buggy, that is what it amounts to.)
I suspect most people are probably like me and have nothing against the dogs, but we are wondering what the hell are the owners thinking?
One day about a year ago I came out of my apartment building and nearly stepped on a newly released production. It was literally 10cm outside the front door and while it was quite small, its location was deadly. With the laws of nature/probability and all things physical everybody in the apartment block was going to end up with dog doo on their shoes within twenty-four hours.
That particular day as I continued on my way stepping carefully around the offending pungent pile of goop, I looked up and saw a man with his dog. They were strolling along nonchalantly and the dog had that “je ne sais quoi” spring its step.
As it happened, it wasn’t the first time I had come across such offerings on our front door step. I suspected this was their haunting place and I was curious to know whether this was his favourite spot and more importantly whether he realized that it was our front door.
So I approached the happy couple, and asked the human to clarify the situation.
He bared his teeth at me and said that he did indeed realize that it was the front door of an apartment block but that he didn’t care at all (not his apartment block, not his problem). And then he continued on his way.
I was considered picking up his canine friend’s abandoned fecal matter and throwing it at him. But weighing up the pros and cons I just headed to work.
Then I wonder, why don’t we have the same problem in Ireland?
Perhaps it is just the fact that it rains so much that it cleans the pavement immediately? I have no idea.
Either way, I would like to send this plea out into the ether – please gather your dog-doo if not for us, for the children!!! They don’t look where they are walking and they are always putting their feet in their mouths….