I ride my bike. A lot. As I’ve said countless times before in this blog and to my long-suffering friends, it’s a major part of my MS and emotional therapy. I often ride on bike paths, which I share with a diverse group of citizens: joggers, rollerbladers, skateboarders, parents pushing strollers, couples holding hands, elderly folks out for their daily constitutionals, and dog walkers, among others. I enjoy seeing all of them out there. Each one adds a community aspect to what I already consider to be an exhilarating and enjoyable experience.
But I need to talk to you dog walkers for a moment.
Sorry guys, but I can’t think of many things more disgusting than picking up dog poop, even with the semi-sterile inside out baggie method.* But it must be done. To your credit, most of you are good canine fecal stewards.
Unfortunately, some of you do only half the job. Yes, you do the dirty deed, but then you leave the little baggie on the path! For what? For who? I have news for you: The Doggy Poopy Fairy has retired. (And, yes, you do have to use the word “poopy”.) He no longer cleans up after you partially clean up. He’s no longer leaving little prizes under your pillows in return for Fido’s fetid feces.
The result is that my bike path is decorated with the most offensive ornamentation imaginable. The bags, which come in many cheerful hues, sit at the side of the path, adorn guard rails, and even, in a truly festive gesture, hang from tree branches! Fun!
What’s the point? Honestly, is stepping on a bag full of dog doodoo any more pleasant an experience than stepping on the free-range version? Unless one is at that moment barefoot (heaven help you if you are) I say the answer is no.
I know you don’t want to carry crap around with you. Who would? (Although most of us do so in the metaphorical sense.) But it’s all part of the process: You package it. You oughtta ship it.
Do us all a favor. Finish the job to its logical end. (Pun intended.)
* One thing more disgusting was the lady I saw who wiped her dog after it defecated. In public. In broad daylight. On a busy main drag. Yikes.