There was quite a divide amongst the ranks of the Curmudgeon Societé Generale when these laws first appeared. As you can imagine, dog-owning curmudgeons were outraged while we cat owners smiled contentedly. For this curmudgeon, I was all for it, given the dangers of stepping off the curb when visiting big brother Buzz in NYC and soiling a perfectly good pair of Florsheims was still fresh in my mind.
Yet all is not well. Since we live on a quiet street, dog walkers from everywhere walk along our street. Being responsible, civilized sorts, they do pick up, but one apparently spies our trash bins curbside on trash days and promptly tosses their little baggy in it. The garbage guys come, reach in, grab our big bag, inadvertantly leaving the little dog-poop-filled one behind for me. Just great.
I'm setting up my webcam. I'll get the miscreant.
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