Fucking Dog Walkers and their Fucking Bags

Dog walker here. I will put poop bags in any convenient receptacle nearby, and I see absolutely no problem doing so. Anyone passing my own bin can put whatever they want in it as long as they don’t fill it past my ability to use it. If the bins are put away back off of the street or sidewalk area, though, I won’t bother a homeowner to traipse onto their property.

Best poop moral conundrum I faced? One particular house has a very steep embankment from the street down to their yard. My dog squatted at the top of the street, and his poop tumbled slowly down the slope, like a brown slinky, for a good 50’ ultimately coming to rest pristinely placed on the decorative flagstones of their patio. I pondered whether or not to try and scootch down the slope with dog in tow to pick up the intrepid poo, decided against, and continued on my walk.

Around here dog owners don’t clean up after unless you’re watching them. I don’t know whether it’s this part of the country’s dumb “The Gubamint can’t tell me what to do a-herp” or a pet-linked character trait, but more than once I’ve been driving up the street and fido’s crapping away while his owner is hightailing it down to the next house, then when I pull into the driveway suddenly dog owner is Mr. Joe Citizen.