Warning for irresponsible dog owners: Stop right here. Don’t read this. I’ll just piss you off.
I’ve been walking a lot lately for a few reasons: 1) I really prefer to go outside to exercise, even if it is 95 degrees, because fresh air is good for my mind. 2) My ankles think they’re older than the rest of my body, so running is painful. 3) A trip to Santa Fe and Taos in September has several days of hiking on the itinerary; therefore, training is in order between now and then so that I don’t embarrass myself on the trails.
My favorite walking route is through Eagle Lake Park, a beautiful Florida setting with an entrance just down the street from my home. Getting there before 7 a.m. means fewer people, dozens of rabbits nibbling grass, a better chance to spot the elusive fox squirrel and listen to the soothing cacophony of birds greeting the sun.
A few deep breaths and stress begins to melt away until… Until I come across the first pile of dog crap right in the middle of the trail. Can you hear my silent screaming?
So instead of spending my time looking up into the treetops to spot an osprey or hoot owl, I’m having to watch my step.
No, I am not a dog owner. Still, what do dog owners not understand about picking up their dog’s excrement? If they find their own dog’s poop so disgusting that they can’t bother to be considerate to others, why’d they get the damn dog in the first place? Do they really think that their own dog’s crap doesn’t stink?
I know that not every dog owner is thoughtless. My deep and heartfelt sincere appreciation goes to those of you who carry little plastic bags on your walks.
Rude dog owners beware: I’m the bitchy old lady down the street who you hate and I’m watching you. (Especially the chihuahua owner who seems to think because her dog is little, its little piles don't count.)
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