Doggie POO! YOU STEPPED IN IT!
A Little More Than Curbing your Dog
Recently I stopped by my nieces shop in the Flat Rock community to drop off some clothing for our nephew. My wife took the garments inside but as I sat in my truck taking in the neighborhood scenery filled with condo's I could not help but notice one man who had just came outside to walk his dog. A fair amount of traffic is in this area so the man was walking his dog in the parking lot and nice grassy area around the condo complex.
The little mongrel was happy as a lark to be outside in the summer air and darted here and there sniffing the ground and jumping at butterflies. This amused me because I simply like dogs. As I watched I noticed the man who appeared to be in his late 50's reach into his jacket pocket and pull out one of those disposable gloves, you know the kind I'm talking about, the transparent rubber ones we all use when we want to keep our hands clean while doing some dirty job.
Well it didn't take long to see what he was up to as the pooch suddenly ceased running and sniffing every available shrub and bush. He had now found the exact spot he was looking for to do some business. Scratching in the grass trying to cover up his work of puppy art on the green grass, his master reached down and picked up the pickle just deposited. Mission accomplished, both retreated to the privacy of the condo they had come.
I appreciate this man taking care of the doggy doo left by his pet, goodness knows how we all hate to find we have just stepped into digested Gravy Train. Some years ago we were picking and grinning at our house and had invited a couple of musicians to come. the music was going great as we played our favorite tunes. One fellow who played mandolin was patting his foot to keep time and I noticed that the unmistakable smell of dog poop filled the air and I could see he had a glob of the stuff on his shoe. I informed my friend he had something on his shoe and it looked to be you know what?
A lttle embarrassed, he went outside and did the barnyard shuffle. He said he didn't know where he had picked that stuff up and apologized for getting it on our carpet. We didn't have a dog and I can't really say that he did not get it in our yard when he arrived but there was no evidence of a visit from any neighbor's dog near his vehicle.
In many cities there are curb laws and owners are responsible for cleaning after pets who soil the sidewalks or other places where there is foot traffic. Growing up a farm it was not uncommon to find manure on our shoes and in the summer time when we all went barefoot, squish chicken dropping between our toes. Shooooo! As we all know "It Happens."
- The Big Apple: “Curb Your Dog” and Pooper Scooper Law (1978)
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Hazards of the Barn
Growing up in the country and working with farm animals it was not uncommon to find pasture muffins in stables or around the barn. If you know anything about cows they sure can poop! They are not those tight or rolled diffication you see in horses or those little pills from goat but cow poop is often mushy and smells to high heaven. As a kid we sometimes would recite this little poem about cow business. "Little birdie in the sky, dropped some whitewash in my eye! Me no laugh, me no cry, me only glad that cows don't fly!"
I was a junior in high school and had a cow that I milked every morning and evening. My dad's barn was small and sometimes in the mornings, I would feed the cow and milk her inside her stable stall. I also rode a school bus so it seem I was always in a hurry to get my milking chore done in plenty of time to catch that old yellow bus. It was a good five miles if I missed the bus and had to walk or hitchhike to school.
One cold morning I was running late and hurried to get my milking chores done. It had snowed and our school bus did come to pick us up lthough school had not been cancelled. Once my milking was done I set out walking to school hoping I could hitch a ride from someone along the way.
I had walked about a mile or so and a truck stopped and gave me a ride into town. It was only a short walk from there to my high school. My classes had already started so I eased into my classroom trying not to disturb the class and took my seat next to a radiator. The heat sure felt good. It wasn't long before I began to smell cow manure!! I was wearing my boots and glanced down to see if i was the culprit making such a stink! Sure enough, cow manure was caked on my left boot!
I was embarrassed to say the least but thankfully my classmates didn't say a word. Between classes, I was able to clean up my boot but I wondered if I carried the smell of cow manure around all day.
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