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Dog Pooh on the front lawn.



The other day on opening the downstairs front curtains we were greeted with the sight of a pile of dog pooh slap bang in the middle of our lawn. This is now the third time this has happened. We contemplated putting up a note thanking the considerate owner for their unsolicited and greatly unwanted surprise package.How can a dog owner just allow their animal to defecate on a neighbour’s lawn and just walk off benignly whistling a merry tune? However, then you consider the Village and the blobs of dog mess scattered indiscriminately around the pavements, not just on the verges but smack bang in the middle of the walkways! Every trip to Mrs Minshaw’s shop, our corner shop, involves a ritual of 'eyes down for full house of dog pooh'.  I’m sure local kids must play ‘Dodge the Dog Muck’!  What motivates someone to allow their dog to just pooh and then for the owner to just walk off? Surely at minimum you as the owner just ‘kerb’ the dog so that the poo goes somewhere no one else is going to walk in or on it? The gutter is not ideal but far better than slap bang in the middle of the pavement! Or and this a tricky one locally: You clear the mess up and put it into a public bin or take the bag home and dispose of it there. The bags are FREE from the local council. Free. No charge whatsoever. I was shocked walking down the Seaton Road and Church Road to see so much dog mess scattered on the pavement. It all seemed so random. However what shocked me the most was that it was, on the Seaton Road especially, just dumped outside of  a neighbour’s house and sometimes right where that neighbour would come out of their house onto the pavement. Do people in the Village really have that level of disrespect for the people that they share the village with? Surely not: I cannot believe that in such a small village that there can be so much disrespect for each other. However by the display of dog faeces presented on a daily basis it seems that there is an underlying current of that.  As for the state of the Church Fields a local walk, to go for a walk there you have to dodge the piles of pooh on the made up footpaths. There is an acre of open field that the sensible dog walker could allow the animal to use. Just common sense really. It’s yours and mine place to live, it’s our Village come on Villagers let’s treat other with respect and have a nice place for the kids to grow up in and for us all to walk around and enjoy.  Then we have to deal with the phantom Werthers Wrapper dropper. He or she is a dog walker, you can tell by the pile of pooh close to where the wrappers are dropped. But that is another story.



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  1. wintersweater21 March 2013 at 05:03

    Hi David,

    Unrelated to your post, but I'm researching a piece on old gadgets and technology for the Independent on Sunday newspaper in the UK.I came across your website twitter post about Squarial, and was wondering if you were still using a squarial? If so would you be willing to comment on why you still use the dish and what appeals to you about retro technology

    Regards

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