Thursday, 19 February 2009
Dogs...and their owners.
I live in a beautiful semi-rural area in Kent, and I like to walk. When it's muddy, I walk to town on a hard-surfaced path bordering open fields, then walk back across country. I think the shopkeepers approve of me doing it that way around, it saves them cleaning their carpets!
So far - so good.
The path is used by a lot of dog-owners, so the council have kindly provided a bin for them to dispose of their dog's little offerings.
"Aha" you're thinking - I know what she's going to rant about. She's going to rant about the dog-owners who don't clear up.
But no. I don't like dog mess underfoot (who would?) but many, maybe most, of the dog walkers I see these days do clear up after their pet.
In any case, the path is quite wide, and I am more than capable of stepping around these little mementoes.
No, my rant is reserved for the new breed of dog-owners who bizarrely bag up their pet's offerings and then chuck it, bag and all, into the buishes as (maybe?) an exhibition of modern art.
Why do they do that? It makes no sense to me. I get that they don't want to carry around a bag of poo - who would? But surely if you want to chuck it off the path into the bushes, there's no benefit to bagging it up first? Even if the bag is biodegradable it isn't going to happen any time soon! (And some of the bags on my regular routes have been there a long time)
Maybe they think the council employs someone to go around looking for their little bags of doggypoo?
Bottom (no pun intended) line is - this is the type of dog I like!