Tuesday, April 01, 2008
a treatise about faeces
herself is enjoying her new job. today she had to go to a meeting about dog poo. she is something of an expert in this field. my lady friend and i produce a fair bit of the old brown stuff. herself has a selection of little purple bags that she carries around with her. every time my lady friend or i feel the urge she whips one out and stands there, tapping her foot in a way that would give a chap constipation, while we do the honours. she then ties the handles into a little knot, says to whoever is listening "this is the worst thing about dog ownership" and hangs our offering from her little finger until we find a bin. she finds it very annoying that some owners are unable to operate the same system and leave little piles of joy around for small children to tread in, or pick up and eat. i seem to remember a story about herself as a small child having tried this delicacy, which may explain a lot.
so when the question of putting laws into place to stop dogs from leaving souvenirs around the place, or more accurately their owners failing to do the right thing with the little bags, herself was up there at the front of the queue. it has nothing to do with the fact that this kind of legal stuff does not involve crack dealers with guns. or that no-one will shout at her that they hope she dies of cancer. or at least that is what she would have us believe...