What’s with all the dog poo?
When I used to teach English in France I would go on about the lack of dog poo on the streets of the great old land of Blighty. I would wax lyrical about how Brits don’t let their dogs foul the pavement, and if they do, they pick it up. I would tell my students that Nice is a beautiful city, but you can’t ever look at it, or take it in, as you always need to watch where you’re walking.
I moved back to the UK in 2010 and it was still the case, the streets were still a pleasant, dog poo-free place to walk. When French friends came to visit they would ask how it was possible to have so little “caca de chien” around. I replied, with a smug grin, that the Brits care more about their fellow (wo)man to let their dogs do such a thing.
Then, little by little, my lovely corner of London has become like the streets of the French Riviera, with dogs fouling the pavement everywhere you look (well I don’t actually catch them doing it, I just see the mess they leave behind). It was really winding me up, but not enough for me to rant about, until now.
This week, not once, but twice, I have discovered parcels left by dogs right outside our house. That’s right, where I walk every day with a 6 year old and a pushchair. So I have to attempt to steer my 3-wheeler through the mess. No fun.
Now, I have a dog. I know what a pain it is picking up after a dog. But you know what folks? That’s what you sign up for when you get a dog. So please, dog owners, have a thought for the other residents of your town and scoop that poop!
I have kindly spared you a photo to accompany this blog post.
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