If you’ve been reading my blog for awhile you might recall I’m a bit perplexed by neighbors who use a snow blower. I’m old-fashioned. I like to shovel, sort of. I guess I really just like being outside and fighting cabin fever. But if I’m really busy or sick or Joe’s traveling and the girls are not wanting to get out of the house to even sled — that notion of not wanting to sled should be unacceptable at all times — I’ll just let the silly snow melt. It usually always goes away.
But I’m giving my snowblowing neighbors a free pass, ’cause I’ve got bigger concerns. Smellier concerns.
Exhibit A:
Oh, yes. That’s dog poop circled in red. It’s not that I don’t really mind dogs relieving themselves in our lawn. (I mean, it is a lush lawn.) But, It’s right by the mailbox, see that post in the top center of the photo, that’s holding the mailbox up! I step this way DAILY. I have the girls run out to the mailbox with me. And we are USUALLY barefoot! I want correspondence – not somebody’s dog’s remainders underfoot.
It’s not day care, I shouldn’t have to pick up after everyone AND THEIR DOG! So, since this isn’t the FIRST time this has happened, I found everything I need for my educational campaign in the garage. The girls will love that I decorated the sidewalk with their chalk. They may even help me illustrate these signs after school tonight. Here’s point one in ‘hood education:
And just in case that’s confusing or doesn’t get right to the point, then this should be helpful:
And I’ve even attached a few newspaper delivery bags to the top of the mailbox to assist with the removal process. (I may be stereotyping, but I’m gathering the folks who aren’t picking up after their dog are probably not daily newspaper readers. I’m happy to donate a few bags, but 1. pick up the dog poop & 2. subscribe to the local paper!
I’m just hoping they take the bags with them and don’t leave them FILLED by the mailbox. But I’m not sure I have much faith in these dog walkers right now. I’m already plotting Phase Two of my little turf war. I’ve nixed the idea of mentioning in chalk that my father is an NRA member. (I’m really not ready to go too public with that statement yet.) I may start leaving tacks or sharp objects on the sidewalk or heck, just sweeping the poop on the sidewalk! After all, I shouldn’t be the one stepping in it!