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May. 29th, 2006 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essayelThe joys of early morning dog walking! Especially now it's getting light so damned early. Still getting out and about when it's quiet means we get to see the bunnies. This morning though we saw something quite different.
Heading out at about quarter to six, the dog pounced on something on the drive and nosed at it then leaped away as it began to thrash. It's not often you see a goldfish on gravel. I can ony assume it had been fished out of a pond by a cat or a heron and dropped on the drive. I grabbed the poor thing and dropped it in the pond. Whether it will survive, Lord knows. It was pretty sick looking.
And another thing. Stuck under a cut to avoid upsetting those of a sensitive, delicate or nervous disposition.
Yep, I'm talking about dog poo! And here we get fined, and there's no shortage of people prepared to grass you up if you don't pick up after your pet. Okay, that's all right. No one wants to tread in the stuff and the poo-bags are free and bio-degradeable. And like most parents I've had to develop a fairly cast iron stomach. It's just a purely physical problem. On rough ground the plastic pooper-scooper things don't work so one has to put the bag over ones hand and pick it up that way. So, look at your hand - go on! If you're walking a pekinese or a little terrier - fine. But I have small hands and my pooch is ENORMOUS. Sometimes it takes two bags. And then, unless you're prepared to put it in your pocket and personally I'd sooner not thanks, you have to carry the bag/s like little green handbags for the rest of the walk because they NEVER do it on the way home but always when you've gone JUST far enough to make it not worth retracing your steps to put it in the bin.
Hmm, well, grumble over. It's a good job we love our dogs to bits, isn't it?
Heading out at about quarter to six, the dog pounced on something on the drive and nosed at it then leaped away as it began to thrash. It's not often you see a goldfish on gravel. I can ony assume it had been fished out of a pond by a cat or a heron and dropped on the drive. I grabbed the poor thing and dropped it in the pond. Whether it will survive, Lord knows. It was pretty sick looking.
And another thing. Stuck under a cut to avoid upsetting those of a sensitive, delicate or nervous disposition.
Yep, I'm talking about dog poo! And here we get fined, and there's no shortage of people prepared to grass you up if you don't pick up after your pet. Okay, that's all right. No one wants to tread in the stuff and the poo-bags are free and bio-degradeable. And like most parents I've had to develop a fairly cast iron stomach. It's just a purely physical problem. On rough ground the plastic pooper-scooper things don't work so one has to put the bag over ones hand and pick it up that way. So, look at your hand - go on! If you're walking a pekinese or a little terrier - fine. But I have small hands and my pooch is ENORMOUS. Sometimes it takes two bags. And then, unless you're prepared to put it in your pocket and personally I'd sooner not thanks, you have to carry the bag/s like little green handbags for the rest of the walk because they NEVER do it on the way home but always when you've gone JUST far enough to make it not worth retracing your steps to put it in the bin.
Hmm, well, grumble over. It's a good job we love our dogs to bits, isn't it?
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Date: 2006-05-30 01:08 am (UTC)