There’s a man who fast walks in the park with a beautiful golden retriever he lets off her leash.
She runs like a colt, jumping in and out of the bushes, greeting you like a Campfire Girl.
She relieves herself in those bushes, while her surly owner turns a blind eye.
Manhattan has what is known as a Pooper Scooper Law, punishable by a 250 dollar find if your dog poops and you don’t scoop. I’ve rarely seen it put into effect since, most dog owners are pretty good about honoring it.
Even though, since I don’t miss a trick, noticed this man doesn’t, I’ve kept my mouth shut.
Yeah, I know, since when am I so passive. Well, I’ve learned to pick my fights, and poop, unless I were to step in it, then there’d be hell to pay, isn’t one of them.
we all aren’t so magnanimous.
A woman confronted General Patton the other day, who ignored her and kept marching.
The dog, on cue, pranced over as if to say, “is this about me? I’ll bet this is about me (did she just smile? ). Oh, don’t let it worry ya, he’d never find it anyway, I clean up so well after myself. You know how us girls are?”
The woman, shocked she got no response, looked at me in exasperation.
“Well, I just don’t know what to say?”
No, she didn’t laugh.