It would be great if this book has a chapter on dawg poop. When people see me picking up after my girls, they have actually gone out of their way to thank me. Seems that not everyone has the common sense to do their part. What amazes me...even shocks me...is how dog owners think that it's okay to let their pets crap in the snow. When it does snow, there is crap everywhere, as if they had hoped that it would have snowed some more and covered it up. Even more, there seems to be the mentality that it will, some how, magically disappear when the snow melts. I'm tired of having to look at it. I'm tired of having to sidestep it. And when you have scent hounds, like I do, it drives them crazy and walking them is like walking 35 pound spiders on LSD.
The other day, after a killer snow storm, I took the girls out. I walked on the cleared street, while they trudged through deep drifts created by the snow plows. They stopped and dragged me back around 10 feet and went in to hyper mode, digging like crazy. I let 'em have at it, thinking there might be an animal they could go Rambo on. When they got around 2 feet down, they found their prize: a nicely preserved, frozen glob of dawg shit.