The Poopy Lady

When I was a mere prat, say some 50 or 60 years ago, we had a cute little dachshund and it was our job to take her out for her daily constitutional.  In those days, that meant letting her do whatever wherever - no pooper-scooper laws, no fuss.

Except for the poopy lady.  She would come tearing out of her house yelling at us not to let our dog poop anywhere near HER house.  We couldn't figure out what the fuss was all about, so we made sure we did it after dark.

Of course, she was just ahead of her time...by 50 or so years, but at the time, she was just the poopy lady.

And this name came from my proper Bostonian mother!