I was inspired by Jen to write this post.
My next door neighbors have two behemoth dogs. Now, granted I love these dogs, and it is my belief that Roscoe and Foxy love me right back. Their owners . . . well that's a different story.
A few months ago, I blogged about the steaming heap of shit that I stepped in while walking across MY lawn. I ended up confronting my neighbor, and they were a little more conscientious about picking up the shit -- which was probably exacerbated by the fact that I took to standing in my window -- in plain sight -- and watched them as they walked the dogs to make sure that they were armed with little baggies.
As I've slacked off with my Mrs.-Kravitz-like behavior (simply having more to do with my time than to facilitate the proper handling of animal waste), they've slacked off, and I've noticed a few misplaced heaps.
But yesterday, while walking past their house, I noticed not one, not two, not even three, but no fewer than SEVEN heaps of dog shit in their front lawn, inside their gate. That tells me that these lazy bastards have just been letting the dogs out in the front, without a thought in the world of picking it up.
Now I can't help but think that several piles of dung, if left alone for a while, would be a haven for vermin. I've been wondering who I can report this to, before rats begin frolicking in the yard.
Labels: Neighbors
