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?
Stupid.
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.
Yeah—a yuppie.
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.
