hyldemoer wrote:Before doing anything (mow the lawn, blow the leaves, play with the grandchildren) in my front yard I check the grounds for doggy poop.
Its always out there.
Maybe since I live in a small town people are more concerned about offending their neighbors. I don't know. We have many dog walkers, but rarely do I ever come across poop.
hyldemoer wrote:
My immediate neighbors' dog never leaves their poopy full of flies backyard. I haven't a clue whose dog is doing it.
Like I said, its always out there.
That yard full of flies sounds really awful. Can't you complain to the Health Dept. or something? I'm sure they probably wouldn't regard it as a serious problem though. But really, that is sickening.
hyldemoer wrote:The flaming paper bag of dog poop on a doorstep thing, my daughter knew a guy who got his high school diploma while in prison for arson because he did that.
No, I would never set anything on fire. Just not a good idea for many reasons.
SteveShaw wrote:It's absolutely disgusting. And even if the owner picks up the poo (and what a mentality it must take to not mind routinely feeling nice, warm, soft, smelly dogsh!te through a plastic bag
) the ground is still tainted, though invisibly - ugh. Owners only pick up the poo if someone's watching anyway. And, quite often, they can't wait till they get to the next doggie bin to dispose of it, so they sling the little bag up into the nearest tree. So our trees end up festooned with little pink scrotum-like appendages, filled with yesterday's now-processed Pedigree Chum and swaying delicately in the breeze. I could lose faith in the human race when I think that it contains people that are willing to own such vile pooping machines that can't even wipe their own arses - they just lick them clean, then they lick your face. Oooo, lovely. Madness.
I think many animals are tainting the ground. Surely many cats are. It's a part of nature---poop is. Most dog owners are probably giving their dogs prophylactic meds to prevent parasites. If the bulk is picked up, surely you can rest easy. My cats lick themselves and walk in their cat box and I let them lick me and walk on me and sit on my face. As for the festooned trees, I'm going to have to see photo documentation to believe that one----and one bag won't do it, I would need to see a
fully festooned tree. I can't imagine doing that---what if the bag fell back down on your head or something? Picking icky stuff up with plastic bags is not enjoyable for anyone but you get used to it don't you. I have to pick up dead rodents with guts coming out. I do it but I mind it. I have learned that it only gets worse though the longer you postpone it. I think maybe you have a mania about this. Uh oh, this could turn medical!
Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium. ~ Diligence is a very great help even to a mediocre intelligence.----Seneca
Now a couple of things. As you know, I only post photos of life-affirming subjects, and I hardly think that a tree festooned with dangling, pre-wrapped dog turds comes into that category unless you're a bluebottle who happens to like your dinner to arrive convenience-wrapped (and yes, the bags in the UK do seem to be mostly of a sickly pink hue, just sufficiently see-through to leave the horrified looker-on in no doubt as to their ghastly contents). As for fully-festooned, I could claim that I was employing some degree of poetic licence there. Certainly we have trees (usually just around the corner from where the offender could be observed) which are especially popular with poo-pitchers and which have had more than a few of the vile, squashy "strange fruits" gracing their boughs - but not necessarily all at the same time. I will take my camera abroad as requested and try to obtain pictorial evidence for my assertion, but I can't promise that I'll be executing that particular mission overly concertedly or with any real degree of enthusiasm. Expect a period of silence before you hear (or see) more on this. Sine die, as they say.
"It might be a bit better to tune to one of my fiddle's open strings, like A, rather than asking me for an F#." - Martin Milner
I slipped on a turd in Helston once many years ago. What did you say your dog looked like?