Monday, March 14, 2011

My neighbors dog

Several years ago my next door neighbor had a dog that took great joy in pooping.  Problem was the dog would venture just over the lot line and poop in my yard.  In itself that would not have been so bad but it was hell when I would run through it with my lawnmower. That poop that did not get sprayed away seemed to get stuck on my mower wheels.  This caused great irritation to my olfactory senses.
I finally confronted my neighbor and told him that his dog was pooping in my yard.  “Where” said he?  I pointed to a recent pile of poop just to show him what I was complaining about.  He bent over the pile of poop, inspecting it carefully and said, “That is not my dogs poop”.  Now how, I ask you can you respond to a statement like that?  One cannot argue with someone that so intimately knows his dog.
I did the only possible thing.  Every time I found a new deposit of HIS dogs poop I simply got my trusty fire shovel, scooped it up, and flung it as far into his yard as possible.  Sometimes it would even hit a tree and stick to the bark.  I wonder if he ever questioned what position his dog got into to deposit poop high in a tree.
Dal

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