Do you see that beloved beast right there? Isn't she cute with her gigantic rawhide bone? Protecting it even while she sleeps? Well she's adorable but she's also a poop factory. Since getting pets, Kiyah and The Cat, I have become the primary poop picker upper. Every morning, Miss Kiyah and I go for a walk and every morning I pick up at least one, sometimes two, healthy piles of poop in a wee plastic bag I cover my hand with and which I tie in a knot and throw in the trash. I, Randi, am a responsible pet owner and do not leave droppings of doo doo to be stepped in. A few houses in our neighborhood have signs in their yard that say "No Dogs" or "No Dog Poop Pleace (sic)." I respect those yards. For the most part, however, I don't get a say in where or when Kiyah poops.
This morning I saw the epitome of lameness. On someone's city-issued trash can, located on public property also known as an alley, someone had put a sign "No More Dog Poop." Um... WTF? Would they prefer it be thrown flaming on their stoop? Perhaps left in their garden? Maybe on their sidewalk? I felt like leaving the bag o'poop right on top of the trash can but instead threw it in the receptacle, disregarding the idiocy of that sign.
Two Words: Public property.
Two more words? Suck it.