This is a pretty polite sign for The Planet Ann Arbor. More often than not, you’ll be walking along the sidewalk and there’ll be a baggie of dog crap with a hate message scrawled next to it in chalk. I dunno. I don’t quiiiiite see what the big deal is about dog poop. I mean, I think people *should* clean up after their dogs. If everyone and their favorite sparkly vampire let their dog crap just anywhere and didn’t clean up after it, the Planet Ann Arbor would be one big stinking mess. Because there are a lot of dogs around here.

But. There are responsible dog owners out there who sometimes run out of poop bags while they are walking. If your dog poops twice every single time you walk it, even if you haul along an extra bag or two, don’tcha know that just that one time, your dog is gonna poop, I dunno, say eleven times. Or whatever. Who would haul eleven poop bags around? Well, maybe me because I am [arguably] anal about following rules. I don’t have a dog but I have walked dogs and have an idea of how this works.

Anyway. I just don’t get why people get into a big panic about dog poop. When Mouse was in 1st grade, her teacher actually called meeeeee up to ask me who owned the Poodoodlywhatsian that she had watched doing the dirty deed in the schoolyard that day. Say what? I live on the same block as the school and I often walked Mouse to school (and I spent a whole bunch of time hanging around that classroom but that’d be a whole ‘nother story) but I couldn’t figure out who had appointed me Dog Poop Policewoman! I didn’t even know what kind of dog she was talking about, let alone who owned it.

Now, I don’t really like to step in dog poop either and I had a loverly adventure with that not too long ago. But yaknow, I am still alive and both my sandal and my cube have recovered. I probably would be angry if somebody let their dog poop on my lawn or sidewalk every day. But I don’t mind having to do an occasional cleanup. And I think those who get freaked out about this kind of crap should watch where they walk and [try to] teach their children to do the same. Like Grandroobly was still doing when he was 80-something and I was walking around in the woods behind the Moomincabin: “Don’t walk around out there because that’s where Sam craps.” Okay dad, thanks… Uh, he DEFINITELY meant Sam the dog. NOT the archaeologist!!! (And I miss that old coot. Grandroobly, that is.)

Today? Much less interesting than yesterday but quite a bit more expensive.

Cheers!!!
Kayak Woman

P.S. The long-suffering, cat-herding person says that vampires sparkle these days. When I was a kid, they stood outside my outhouse dripping blood down their chins.

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