The rains came yesterday and washed all the shit off the streets.
I wish. It didn’t even get it off the sidewalks.
We did get rain yesterday — finally — but my usual morning walk was also full of the usual morning dog shit. I had to constantly watch where I was walking, lest my steps take me into the path of some canine refuse.
I don’t blame the dogs. They’re just doing what comes naturally. I do blame their owners, who either let the dogs out on their own or fail to clean up after their pets.
(I suppose it could be strays. But I can’t get up a good head of indignation about strays.)
I’ve spouted off about this before on Facebook, and I realize that it’s just that — spouting off. The people who clean up after their dogs nod their heads in assent, and the people who don’t fail to see themselves in these words — assuming they read them at all.
So I’ll just have to keep stepping lively, looking at the ground when I should be looking at the trees or sky or other people, and checking my soles to make sure they haven’t gotten filled with feces.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to clean the catboxes.