Am I My Brother’s Pooper Scooper?

April 21, 2017

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.


(Blog Team) After living in UT, HI, CA, DC, VA, WI, & WV, Karen now lives in Newburgh, IN with her husband and two children. She's been a BYU writing tutor, an English teacher, technical writer, director of academic support services, and aging studies adjunct. She's reinventing herself--again. New role still pending, but mature athlete, gerontologist, and court jester are strong candidates.


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    April 21, 2017

    You are a good sport. Try sprinkling the area with a liberal layer of black pepper, or red pepper flakes to see if the dog will go somewhere else. That has worked with cats for me, not sure if it will for dogs, but as they use a lot of pee-mail to mark territory, perhaps it would work. My sympathies.

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      April 23, 2017

      I use cayenne on dog poop all the time. Our neighborhood has an ongoing dog poop feud. I spent the last Facebook round coming up with epic poo hashtags. Apparently the original poster didn’t find them funny and took the thread down.

      Dog poop is the bane of every neighborhood.

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    April 22, 2017

    You are a better woman than I am.

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    April 23, 2017

    Yuck. What a pain! I agree that the dog has scented your house, and possibly the 9 year old walking the dog to earn cash for a wheelchair for his disabled grandfather doesn’t even know what “curb your dog” means? Try putting some white vinegar in a spray bottle and liberally spray the area after you cleaned the droppings. That will kill the scent and should help redirect the pooch’s preferential pooping digs.

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    Karen Austin

    April 24, 2017

    Rozy: Hmm. I haven’t heard of pepper as a deterrent. But I’m still trying to take a WWJD approach to dog poop, so I might just sing a hymn and clean up the poop.
    M2THEH: So, it’s not just my neighborhood that has renegade dogs (and their human caregivers).
    Marm: Oh, I have many flaws. Just ask my husband and kids.
    Spunky: Vinegar as a repellent. Maybe if I decide I just can’t “turn the other nostril” anymore, I’ll try vinegar and/or pepper.