let me make this clear: i am not a dog hater. in fact, i’m a dog lover. i love dogs. i have cats because dogs aren’t allowed in my apartment. but I really, really, want a dog, and will, hopefully, have one in the future.
now, dog owners (not walkers, because they’re supposed to be professional) who don’t pick up their dog’s poop really piss me off. first of all, it’s just rude, especially if it’s on someone else’s or a public lawn. then, there’s the issue of stepping in it.
twice now, in the last couple of months, i’ve stepped in dog shit. that is two times too many, at least for that period of time. once a year, maybe? that, i could deal with.
the thing that gets me about the most recent incident, is that, as i was going to my car, i saw a pile of crap on the grass next to my parking spot. i remember thinking, “Whew, i”m glad i saw that.”
as soon as i got into the car and turned on the A/C, there was an awful smell, which i didn’t recognize at first. i wondered what the hell Brian brought in there the day before–his day to have the car. so i rolled down the windows and it hit me.
i about died. i was wearing sandals, so my bare feet were exposed, but thank God they weren’t smeared. if they had been, i probably would have started crying. keep in mind that dog shit doesn’t make me squeamish–i dogsit, and i worked at an animal hospital where i cleaned up my share of liquid, parvo shit.
had i stepped in the pile that i actually saw, it wouldn’t have been so bad. the poop was formed and looked firm and healthy (you can tell a lot about a dog’s health and diet by just looking at their shit, you know). of course, the shit i stepped in was diarrhea.
why do people do this? a lot of places around here even have signs about cleaning up after your dog. so who are these stupid, ignorant idiots, and why do they do this? that’s what i’d like to know.
I also had an incident where i stepped in Dog shit. I walk to lunch every day because i work in the South Side of Pittsburgh and it is very beautiful in the fall. I step in dog shit every damn day and i am sick of it. I have tried everything from changin my route to skipping to lunch, so i will only get one foot dirty at a time, that didn’t work because last week i was skipping and my one foot stepped in dog shit and i skidded across the side walk and fell onto the ground…Right next to some more dog shit that was looking me right in the eye. It should be a law and they should enforce it. How many times do i have to smell like the ass of a dog before this will stop? A few people at my work have given me a nickname, Lucky! That is a terrible rumor…if it were true i would be the luckiest woman in the world, instead i have gone through 50 pair of shoes this month alone. I love dogs, but i am not found of their shit all over my feet. I can’t bare to go to lunch anymore. I have lost over 30 pounds because dog shit makes me sick and since i step in it everyday, i have not enjoyed lunch for almost a year. Please help me!!
Anne
I was at the Steeler/Browns game this weekend. I made the trip to Cleveland because i needed to get out of here. I can’t believe i am going to tell this story, but here it goes. Tailgating started very early and we were possibly the only Steeler fans at the game. Around 11:30 i started to catch football with my sister and we were having a blast, until i missed the ball and it hit a parker van that was tailgating beside us. It left a dent in the driver side and chipped off some paint. The Browns fan was hot about this and was yelling at us at the top of his lungs. My boyfriend, tried to stick up for me, but since this was the first time he has ever left Pittsburgh, he was defenseless against the verbal taunts of the Browns fans. Then it happened! The browns fan tossed something at our group of friends and then took off. This item was whipped through the air and landed right on top of my head. Yea, you guessed it…Dog Shit! A big steamy, stinky pile of old/new(?) dog shit hit me right on top of my little head and started to drip down my forehead. At first everyone was shocked, but soon after they were laughing and making fun of me. My own friends were calling me: Ass Head, Dung-garee, Shit hat, Fecal Face, Shit head(That one hurt the most), etc.
I hate my life! I can’t break free of this shit storm i am in the middle of. Needless to say, i couldn’t eat all day. The only good thing was that the Steelers won the game, but i had to wash my hair so i missed the first half. When we got back to our car…they had placed more dog shit on our car(Where do they get all this dog shit right when they need it?)
Anne