Day 10 (recycling)
So, another rainy day. What a complete pain in the ass it is to try and hold an umbrella at the same time as a leash. It leaves no free hand to smoke or talk on the phone.
It reminds me of last, last June when it rained almost every single day. Man, that was terrible. That, in turn, reminded me of the Ray Bradbury story where the kids only get to see the sun once a year, and they lock some poor sap in the coat room that day, so he has to wait another whole year to see it.
Anyway.
Today I witnessed the grossest behavior from normally enjoyable Dog 6. Our route takes us around and through the park just north of Bellevue hospital, which more often than not is crammed with recent or future patients, and lined with dog shit. Seriously. All along the fence on 1st Avenue, stretching for an entire block, there is mound upon mound of crap. I don’t know what the deal is, exactly. It’s as if it’s the hotspot for not having to clean up after your pet. And yeah, I’ve been tempted, along the lines of “What’s one more pile of crap?” but ultimately I am too goddamned polite to do something like that. So although I am literally surrounded by waste- old and new, all shapes and sizes- I always break out the financial section of the New York Times (it’s only use, as far as I’m concerned) and clean up after Dog 6.
Unfortunately, Dog 6 decided this afternoon to treat the festoonings of crap as a buffet. He kept pulling like crazy at the leash, and being a full-grown lab, there wasn’t much I could do to stop him. He pretty much dragged me over to the fence, and began to sniff at each pile discriminatingly. Some he went quickly past, others he paused at, one he even went back to. That was the one he ate.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Ugh!” I yelled, jerking at the leash. “You’re disgusting!”
Dog 6 rolled a guilty eye up at me from his lowered head, his jaws working on that poo.
“Ugh!” I repeated.
I have never seen anything like that.
From now on we’re walking on the other side of the street.
It reminds me of last, last June when it rained almost every single day. Man, that was terrible. That, in turn, reminded me of the Ray Bradbury story where the kids only get to see the sun once a year, and they lock some poor sap in the coat room that day, so he has to wait another whole year to see it.
Anyway.
Today I witnessed the grossest behavior from normally enjoyable Dog 6. Our route takes us around and through the park just north of Bellevue hospital, which more often than not is crammed with recent or future patients, and lined with dog shit. Seriously. All along the fence on 1st Avenue, stretching for an entire block, there is mound upon mound of crap. I don’t know what the deal is, exactly. It’s as if it’s the hotspot for not having to clean up after your pet. And yeah, I’ve been tempted, along the lines of “What’s one more pile of crap?” but ultimately I am too goddamned polite to do something like that. So although I am literally surrounded by waste- old and new, all shapes and sizes- I always break out the financial section of the New York Times (it’s only use, as far as I’m concerned) and clean up after Dog 6.
Unfortunately, Dog 6 decided this afternoon to treat the festoonings of crap as a buffet. He kept pulling like crazy at the leash, and being a full-grown lab, there wasn’t much I could do to stop him. He pretty much dragged me over to the fence, and began to sniff at each pile discriminatingly. Some he went quickly past, others he paused at, one he even went back to. That was the one he ate.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Ugh!” I yelled, jerking at the leash. “You’re disgusting!”
Dog 6 rolled a guilty eye up at me from his lowered head, his jaws working on that poo.
“Ugh!” I repeated.
I have never seen anything like that.
From now on we’re walking on the other side of the street.
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