Dog poop litterer may not be as awful as you think
When even the dog surprises you on a dog walk
Writer’s note: I found out a couple of weeks later that the dog snuck onto the table and ate an entire dozen of donuts. That explains the upset stomach.
It was 24 degrees outside. Bundled up in a hat, hood, faux fur coat and a hood covering my headphones, I had zero interest in talking to anyone. I just wanted to get from Point A to Point B, knowing after I walked my own dog, I had a grocery store pickup to make, which was making the cold weather seem colder.
One block away from home, I spotted a familiar dog. I smiled, knowing who that dog was. I also knew that my own dog would want to say “hi” to this dog, but that dog (a few months older than mine) always ran away. (It makes me feel less sympathy for my own dog when my mother’s puppy constantly chases her around.)
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I watched the other dog stop in the grass, squat and get into pooping position. I kept walking up the slanted hill to return home, but then I stopped. Although I was used to seeing a lady neighbor walk this dog, this time it was her oldest son. And he just strolled away without bothering to pick up the poop. I shook my head. The son is well-aware that I talk to his mom whenever I see her. Why do this?
I can’t stand Dog Karens—the busybodies who constantly feel the need to monitor your dog and behave like no one should own a dog but them. They’re the type who save Animal Control in their smartphone contacts.
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Considering how much grief dog owners get with those passive aggressive signs about picking up after their dogs, I was no doubt going to bring this up. At that moment though, it was just too cold. The teen boy and dog rounded the corner. I unrolled a poop bag, picked up all the poop and turned around to find a garbage can.
Back on my pursuit home, the young man walked past my house and kept going. And then the dog stopped to poop again. Now I knew something was wrong—and this wasn’t just dog poop litter.