There’s a week worth of dog poop on the grass beneath my curbside mailbox. Again.
I’m not sure which neighbor is using our property as a doggy toilet, but it’s not nice.
When I first noticed piles of dog poop in the early spring, I just let sleeping poop lie, thinking the offender would notice the growing piles. Nope. So I bought a “Curb Your Dog Sign” and added a sandwich bag containing a roll of doggy bags.
[Photo by Priscila Mateini via Creative Commons]
The next day, a woman in our development actually mentioned my sign on the neighborhood Facebook page, incredulous that someone’s incivility required an overt request. That post got 100 plus views and a significant number of angry emoticons and supportive comments, so I thought the issue was resolved.
Not so. A new pile of dog droppings appeared on the other side of the driveway, primarily on the brick surrounding a flower bed.
I cleaned everything up and moved the sign from beneath the mailbox to the grass right in front of the brick-lined the flower bed.
After a few poop-free days, I assumed the dog and owner moved on to greener pastures, so I put the sign in the garage.
More than a week later, I found five days’ worth of droppings under the mailbox again. I returned the sign to that area, bagged all five piles but left the bright yellow doggy bags in the grass, right where the offending “gifts” were originally deposited.
For the week that the yellow bags sat beneath the “Curb Your Dog” sign, I thought about how I could further protect the sanctity of my grass. Should I install fencing, spikes, chicken wire, or even a motion-activated dog whistle? Should I invest in a video camera, aimed at this strip of grass between the sidewalk and the curb?
As my imagination soared, I realize that simply bagging the poop myself would take much less time. And it would be the more Zen-Yoga-Jesus thing to do. After all, what is the sound of one hand turning the other cheek for her neighbor–seventy times seven?
So now I will imagine that my mystery neighbor has spinal stenosis, making it excruciatingly painful to stoop down. And even if my neighbor is perfectly healthy, I could never be petty about poop.