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I’m not a fan of running down home towns (unless the home town is run down already), but today I’m a little bit fed up with Stockport. As you would be in a town that only looks good when covered in ten inches of snow.
Today’s weather forecast: 7 hours of rain; 0 hours of sunshine.
Yesterday, the Hub and I walked the dogs in the park behind our house. I say ‘park’ but what I really mean is ‘field with a small play area and huge layer of excrement’ (hence my ongoing obsession with dog poo). Even the play area – despite a fence and a large sign saying No dogs allowed in this play area - had a humongous pile under the tyre swing. We think we know who did it: the unpleasant man who allows his grumpy golden retriever to attack the other dogs. Well, not him personally; his dog, I mean. As we walked onto the field they were exiting the play area in a cloud of steam (it’s a big dog). They were off the field before we saw the damage, or he’d have been wearing it.
How selfish a human being do you have to be to allow your dog to foul a children’s play park and leave it there? There was a recent case in the news where a dog had done its business on a slide and a little girl slid through it, got it on her hands, wiped her eyes, and went blind from the resulting Toxicara.
This year, the council planted ten new trees to brighten the park and make a dog walking route. The Hub and I have watched over the months as the trees have grown. We have also seen them disappear one by one. Three over the last weekend - for bonfire night, presumably, as the local youths seem to be taking a scorched earth policy. There are four trees left that have not been pushed, battered, bent over, hacked at or sawn off. Wonder how long they’ll last?
Come to think of it: thugs don’t like wet weather, so let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.
We’ve had neighbors who had two large hounds that would chase us when we tried to ride our bikes down our own driveway…the owners didn’t think the dogs would bite…but on two occasions I’ve had to use pepper spray to get away…they stopped speaking to us when we called animal protection on them….since they own ten acers the dogs could have been contained…but they haven’t been…they leave their property to deposit pooh at the end of my driveway…cheerfully they’re moving…perhaps you could encourage your dog owner to move to…let’s say…London.
Good idea, so long as he takes the dog with him…
This sounds like the Stockport I left six or seven years ago. Do you remember my ‘Don’t be a dog dirt dope’ signs I put up everywhere? Here in my village in rainy Cumbria it’s just the same, but without the tree murdering, so I put signs up with a phone number to report the idiot owners to the dog warden. Scare tactics usually work, that or ask the council for a poo bin. Good luck! What a lot of poo talk this week Tilly! Let’s have a story about your mum to cheer us up!
LOL! I do! And also you posting them on every lampost and thus breaking the flyposting law.
I have battled for months to think of a funny story about my Mum for you, but we had such a difficult relationship that it is all tears and drama. I’ll ask the Hub for something. To keep you going, however, she gets a mention in my SA blog.
I shuddered at this story. We have neighbours who encourage their dogs to foul our driveway. It is particularly galling as there are open fields with easy access above and below our house. I’m all in favour of dog poo bins with ?free? pick-up bags and of threatening to snitch to the warden.
It is all just selfishness; if everyone had a little consideration for their neighbours, it wouldn’t happen.