On the subject of picking up dog poo, I have a funny and true story. A friend and I once agreed to look after a bedbound old lady so her daughter could go away for the weekend. The daughter also left us her Labrador to feed and exercise. Not being in the habit of dog-walking, I'd walked him about half a mile before it occurred to me that I should have brought a plastic bag. Dog owners who don't pick up are high on my list of unfavourite people and I didn't want to join their club. It was a fairly scruffy neighborhood so I thought I'd be sure to find a discarded plastic bag sooner or later. I reckoned without sod's law, not a plastic bag in sight. The nearest thing I could find was a styrofoam plate. In the fullness of time the dog squatted and I was nifty enough to catch the poo on the plate as it emerged from the dog. "Now what do I do with it?". Nothing, other than to wonder at the imaginings of the passers-by when they saw a lady carrying a plate of crap. At least it gave the poor old lady a laugh when I told her.
Oh I love that story, when my youngest daughter was about 4, we would go to parks etc where there would be the sign "pick up after your dog", and she genuinly thouhtthe dog would "pick up" first and you second, we still laugh about it.
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On the subject of picking up dog poo, I have a funny and true story. A friend and I once agreed to look after a bedbound old lady so her daughter could go away for the weekend. The daughter also left us her Labrador to feed and exercise. Not being in the habit of dog-walking, I'd walked him about half a mile before it occurred to me that I should have brought a plastic bag. Dog owners who don't pick up are high on my list of unfavourite people and I didn't want to join their club. It was a fairly scruffy neighborhood so I thought I'd be sure to find a discarded plastic bag sooner or later. I reckoned without sod's law, not a plastic bag in sight. The nearest thing I could find was a styrofoam plate. In the fullness of time the dog squatted and I was nifty enough to catch the poo on the plate as it emerged from the dog. "Now what do I do with it?". Nothing, other than to wonder at the imaginings of the passers-by when they saw a lady carrying a plate of crap. At least it gave the poor old lady a laugh when I told her.
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Oh I love that story, when my youngest daughter was about 4, we would go to parks etc where there would be the sign "pick up after your dog", and she genuinly thouhtthe dog would "pick up" first and you second, we still laugh about it.