Okay—this isn’t the first time this has struck me—I’ve just decided to blog about it…. I was inspired by something I witnessed as I was waiting at a stop light this morning. A weird ritual I have seen numerous times at assorted hours of the day as I drive about the burbs.
I’ve had a dog in the past and I loved her dearly, she was a member of our family. But, fortunately, our dog owning era ended before the “scooper laws” came into effect. And it’s a good thing too—cause I think it’s a stupid law.
I mean it’s shit people—it’s biodegradable. It doesn’t make sense. As long as the stuff isn’t on the sidewalk, let nature take its course I say. Why would you want to stick it in plastic bags and then throw it in the trash where it will fester and smell to high heaven?
This morning I watched this very well-dressed young corporate type conducting what I assumed was a business call as his dog crapped on the lawn of a law office nearby. [I know, some might think that’s poetic justice and for that reason he shouldn’t have had to pick it up….] There he is, looking all yuppie, scooping do-do. I cracked up when I saw that his leash had a receptacle on the end of it that held plastic poop bags.
And we are supposedly the superior species on this planet. Yet, we’re the ones picking up the poo. Weird.
I think that’s why life forms from other planets haven’t contacted us. They observed us for awhile and assumed the dogs were the ones in charge.
… And they might think this is real: