Damn dogs
Last night, as Dave, Flash, and I rounded the corner a block away from our
house, we noticed someone letting their dog walk all over the front of our
yard. We were too far away to tell if the dog was in our flower garden or
just ahead of it where we have some ivy groundcover, but without a doubt,
we knew for sure when the leash was suddenly still that it was definitely
doing something while he was wherever he was. Dave and I walked (quickly)
to see what had happened, and sure enough there was a huge pile of dog poop
in our ivy. Nothing annoys us more than stuff like this happening, so after
a brief discussion about what to do, I turned around and ran after the dog
and owner. It turned out to be a 13 or 14 year old kid. I told him his dog
had just pooped in our yard and asked if he was planning on coming back to
pick it up, to which I received a slightly dazed "Yes". I walked back home
and Dave was standing outside fuming. We talked about what to do for dinner,
discussed whether or not we thought the kid would come back (Dave said he
wouldn't), then we went out for chinese food by the pound at the local Super
Buffet. There was much discussion on the way there and back once again about
whether or not the kid would come back. Dave said he wasn't going to look
to make sure because it would just annoy him if he hadn't, but as soon as
I was out of the car, I ran to our yard and sure enough, the much talked about
poop was gone. There was much dancing and many declarations of "I'm not completely
useless! I can totally scare kids into picking up poop!" going on. I wonder
if there's a career in there somewhere. Anyway, I immediately called my parents
and told them I've never felt more like Dad than I did when I confronted that
kid. When I was in high school, every morning people would walk their dogs
by our house and every time they did, my dad would go stand on the front porch
and glare at them until they passed by to make sure there was no pooping that
would go unpicked up. It was really funny; my dad can be pretty intimidating
when he wants to be.
Anyway, after all that excitement, we forwent (is that a word?) the lecture
and settled in to watch Kill Bill vol. 2. I hadn't seen Dave since Sunday
night what with all the working he's been doing so it was nice to actually
chill out and have a quiet evening at home. Oh, and I almost forgot: Go
Phillies! Go Pats!