CLEAN UP YOUR OWN POOP...
My wife, Barb, and I exercise quite a bit. We keep it pretty simple—hit the gym or jog/walk outside. After decades, I'm not too fond of it – 5 days a week. Whoever said that I would enjoy it someday, fibbed.
When exercising outdoors, we take the same path every day. Same time, same route. I sometimes imagine the neighbors peering out their window, morning coffee in hand, and muttering about "that couple" who exercises on the same narrow sidewalk All. The. Time. I guess we like routine when it comes to punishing our bodies.
Have you noticed that dog ownership has spiked in the last two years? Not only do more people own pets, but they take them everywhere they go. Planes. Hardware stores. Restaurants. Pickup trucks. And yes, when exercising. And it seems that dogs defecate a lot. Perhaps exercising loosens a canine's bowels…
Someone hatched the idea of putting dog feces in a bag. Don't get me wrong, placing excrement in a sack is a virtuous idea. Still, I am amused with the concept, especially after traveling to some remote places on the planet. It would be an awkward conversation describing to some of my African friends WHY we place dog poop in a baggie. Try to imagine that conversation.
By the way, in Africa, they call "going number one" a "short call" and going number two a "long call." You can entertain your coworkers with that little piece of trivia.
Last year, while jogging down our well-traveled sidewalk, we began noticing a trend of pooh sightings—dogs taking “long calls.” Poop baggies began appearing along the sidewalk. The bags were neatly tied closed and placed beside the sidewalk. No big deal; the owner will probably come back and collect their little bag of toxic waste a little later—right?
But they didn't. The perpetrator took the time to be a good neighbor by wrapping up the package but left the non-biodegradable parcel beside the sidewalk for someone else to pick up.
Nice.
