WEIR ONLY HUMAN: Please Scoop the Poop! By BOB WEIR

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Okay, so I’m sitting
in my study the other day on a bright sunny morning with a clear view of my
front yard as I sip on my first cup of steaming java, while scanning an
assortment of emails. Since my home is in the proximity of a park, I often see
people walking their dogs and heading toward the multi-acre greenbelt

Okay, so I’m sitting in my study the other day on a bright sunny morning with a clear view of my front yard as I sip on my first cup of steaming java, while scanning an assortment of emails. Since my home is in the proximity of a park, I often see people walking their dogs and heading toward the multi-acre greenbelt down the street. The rush of caffeine had just begun to do its job of snapping me out of that dreary break of day grogginess when I noticed something that caused my adrenalin to take over the assignment. A middle-aged man, who was walking about 10 feet behind his large, black, unleashed dog, continued to walk as the animal stopped on my lawn and deposited a large mound of waste product. I almost ran outside in my robe and slippers when I saw the gent casually stroll along, passing by the fetid pile of dung on his way to the park. By the time I pulled on some jeans and a pullover shirt, the filthy slob was out of sight. 

. The rush of caffeine had just begun to do its job of snapping me out of
that dreary break of day grogginess when I noticed something that caused my
adrenalin to take over the assignment. A middle-aged man, who was walking about
10 feet behind his large, black, unleashed dog, continued to walk as the animal
stopped on my lawn and deposited a large mound of waste product. I almost ran
outside in my robe and slippers when I saw the gent casually stroll along,
passing by the fetid pile of dung on his way to the park. By the time I pulled
on some jeans and a pullover shirt, the filthy slob was out of sight.

I fetched a small
plastic bag from the kitchen cabinet and a dustpan from the garage before
approaching the canine discharge and sweeping it inside the translucent sack.
After a quick drenching of the discolored spot with some short bursts from the
garden hose, the turf was beginning to look green again. Several minutes later
I was back at my computer, but this time I had my running shoes on. Alas, I
didn’t get the chance to render my opinion to the disgusting sleaze-ball with
the meretricious mutt because they apparently took another route to get back
home. There are many dog-walkers in the neighborhood and the great majority of
them are considerate enough to keep their pets on a leash, walk them off the
curb and carry a pickup kit to clean up after them. However, the type of
dog-walker I described in the opening paragraph is personally offensive because
he didn’t show the least bit of concern as he allowed his pet to dump his
disease-producing feces on a well-manicured lawn and simply scamper away.

It’s not the dog’s
fault; he’s merely doing what animals do in the wild. But, you have to wonder
what type of person his owner is if he can put up with such obnoxious behavior
without compunction. One can only imagine what his house and lawn looks like if
he has no respect for cleanliness. In addition, suppose I had confronted him
and demanded that he remove the reeking debris? Apparently, he didn’t have the
tools with him to do so, hence, it could have developed into a nasty argument.
This puts decent people in a difficult situation because we can’t just sit by
idly and tolerate such insufferable behavior, but, we’d rather not get involved
in a violent dispute. That being said, people like this loathsome chap must be
challenged, otherwise, they’re very likely to think they’re invulnerable to
criticism for their repulsive deeds. Many people take their dogs to the local parks
to do their “business” and most can be seen carrying the necessary implements
to clean up and dispose of the waste.  

A sign posted at the
entrance informs people that pets must be secured by a leash and violators will
be subject to a fine. Yet, anyone who frequents the recreational areas will
tell you that there are always some people who disregard such warnings. That’s
sad because children come to play in those open spaces and one can only imagine
how often they’ve rolled around in some of that infectious garbage. Inasmuch as
I’ve never seen any police patrols in the nearby park, it’s doubtful that
anyone has ever been cited for their illegal conduct.

I’ve had the pleasure
of keeping some marvelous pets in my life, but none compare to the fun and
loving embrace of “man’s best friend.” Everyone, but especially children,
should experience the warmth and non-judgmental love that can be enjoyed when
that furry, tail-wagging buddy greets them at the door each day with
unqualified affection. Nonetheless, having a pet comes with responsibility. We
all live under a social contract in which we try to be respectful toward the
rights of others. When that contract is broken we often end up in the dreaded
position of getting personally involved, which, in turn can lead to legal action.
No one wants that, but no one wants to tolerate uncivilized comportment either.
Sadly, there are people who simply don’t want to get implicated; therefore, the
bad behavior becomes normalized. I hope that some who read this can relate to
it, whether as the perpetrator or the victim, and act responsibly.

Bob Weir
is a veteran of 20 years with the
New York Police Dept. (NYPD),
ten of which were performed in plainclothes undercover assignments. Bob began a
writing career about 12 years ago and had his first book published in 1999.
 Bob went on to write and publish a total of seven novels,  “Murder
in Black and White,” “City to Die For,” “Powers that Be,” “Ruthie’s Kids,” “Deadly
to Love,” “Short Stories of
Life and Death,” and “Out of Sight.” He
also became a syndicated columnist under the title “Weir Only Human.”

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