Pick up after your dog, asshole!
Whew! Feel better now.
Okay, we’re convinced.
You don’t have to go on and on.
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Uh, shouldn’t that be “pick up after your dog’s asshole”?
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Get a pile of the shit, put it beside the owner’s driver side car door, and put a firecracker in it. BLAM!!
It won’t solve anything, but every so often, when everything is quiet and you’re just sitting there thinking, you’ll get a grin on your face that you’ll have to get someone to chisel off. (That release of endorphins has got to be good for you.)
And make sure you pick up after your cat as well.
Asshole.
Slight thread hijack, but I don’t think my rant is a big enough one to deserve its own thread:
If you bring you pet to the veterinarian’s office, unless it is comatose, keep your cat in a carrier and your dog on a leash! I mean, use some common sense people! The leash/carrier rule is for EVERYONE’S safety! You may think it is cute to let your 40 pound dog run around the office loose (so he can pee everywhere, because of course he is not neutered), but how funny is it going to be when 5 minutes later, a 100 pound, unleashed Rottie comes in and rips your dog a new asshole? Or worse yet, your 100 pound, unleashed Rottie bites a person? Or even better, as you are paying your 300 dollar bill, someone walks in and your unleashed dog or loose cat bolts out the open door??
You would think that keeping pets under control in the vet’s office is plain common sense but SO many people come in without leashes or carriers! Last week we had a man come in with an unleashed dog, and when I insisted he put a leash on the dog he ignored me and the leash I offered to him. When another dog (on a leash) came into the office, the loose dog ran right up to it. At that point I walked around to the front of the counter and put the leash on the dog myself, and pulled it away from the other dog. The man got angry, ripped up his information sheet, and stormed out of the office. What a fuckhead.
Yeah, Michelle, how dare you enforce the rules and break up a fight.
I would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!
Did he at least give you your leash back?
“I guess one person can make a difference, although most of the time they probably shouldn’t.”
When our neighbor’s dog used to crap in the yard I would wait until dark, shovel up the shit, and pitch it onto the roof of their house.
My friends used to suggest that I put a baggie over my hand, pick up the dog turds and squish them under the door handles on their car.
“It’s only common sense,
There are no accidents 'round here.”
I’m one of those (evidently) strange people (judging by the land mines all over the place) that actually does pick up after the brats during our “drag daddy around the neighborhood” sessions. I wonder sometimes if people notice or even care. Even if they don’t, I will probably still clean up after Lil’ Bit and Amber just because it’s the “right” thing to do.
And I have a rant about my neighbors: “Park your fucking car where it doesn’t block the sidewalk, assholes. You got a driveway, and plenty of room, get your damn car out of the way, or I’ll throw these little bags of shit all over your windshield.”
Thanks…now I feel better.
This sig not Y2K compliant. Happy 1900.
I do so love those idiots with perfect lawns that take Poochie to the local public trail/park and let doggie do his business on public property… and don’t care.
Yet, if the trash can lid happens to blow into their yard while I’m at work, there is hell to pay.
sigh