I grew up in a tiny place east of Banff. It was not
large enough to be given hamlet status – hence they called us ‘a community.’ But
it was the best place for a kid to grow up. There were no fences, no
streetlights and once in a while we saw a car. Playing in the woods started at
the end of our driveway.
And
our family always had a dog. In fact, most families in our community had one.
When I played outside, I knew which dogs to avoid, which ones not to run from, and those who were sure to follow me home. Dog poop bags were not a thing back then. Having said that, I do not recall stepping in dog poop. Ever. But I am positive dogs still pooped.
Fast forward to 2024 – with spring coming and the freeze-thaw going on, I find loaded dog poop bags hanging off fences, branches or scattered on the side of walkways and trails.
It's wonderful that our urban and rural areas have gorgeous parks with off-leash and on-leash areas for dogs and green spaces scattered throughout neighbourhoods. There is signage, poop bag dispensers and garbage cans at most pathway entrances. Do the signs, which ask you to ‘pick up after your dog,’ really need another line added ‘and put it in the appropriate disposal bin?’ because if that is all it will take, I can get on it.
It’s annoying to find these deposits on city walkways
and open spaces but when I find them hanging off spruce boughs or perched on a
rock beside a hiking trail in our provincial and national parks, my piss-me-off
meter escalates. Do the owners really think there are dog-poop-picker-upper fairies?
Yes, I realize the offenders had good intentions of
picking it up on their return trip but it seems many dog walkers got distracted and forgot. Maybe they received a phone call telling them they
won the lottery … or maybe their brother’s wife’s cousin had a baby. It’s
possible, I guess. I remain hopeful these dog owners, who leave the poop
behind, quit making responsible dog owners look bad.
Google says under perfect conditions, the compostable
bags will deteriorate in up to 60 days. The ordinary plastic bags decompose in
20+ years. Thank you, Google.
Never in my life did I think I’d write about dog poop. Yet here I am, doing just that. And the issue is not the dog’s fault. The owners are the ones who need to attend obedience class.
When did my collection of sunrise pictures change to photos
of poop bags?
I told my six-year-old grandson about this blog and asked him what he thought a 'dog-poop-picker-upper fairy' might look like. This is what he drew. Yup, all those extensions are fairy arms, doing their job.
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