I was lookin' out my front door, just mindin' my own business.
A neighbor of mine was walkin' by, in the company of his dog.
I sensed that an "event" was imminent, so I stayed vigilant.
Sure enough, the dog stopped, squatted and did his business
right there at the edge of my yard.
"OK good neighbor", I said to myself, "Do your doody, uh, duty."
He removed a plastic bag from his pocket.
He stooped and collected the poop.
He tied the bag.
And dropped it on my lawn...
Then he and his dog went on their way.
I couldn't believe what I had just seen.
I vaulted from our porch and made a beeline for the
I picked it up and semi-sprinted after them.
I yelled, "Hey! You forgot somethin'!!!"
He turned...saw me...and yelled back, "It's OK!!!"
"No it's not!!!", and I caught up with him in front of my neighbor
I'm normally not confrontational, but I just couldn't let this slide.
"What, huh, huh, huh, do, huh, huh, huh, you, huh, huh, huh,
think you're doin'???, I wheezed.
"Oh, I just bag up my dog's stuff and pick it up when we walk back by..."
So, now I'm standing there, holding a bag of poop that's not even
from my own dog, and I'm wonderin', "Should I just carry it
back to my yard and drop it where I found it and trust him to
remember to pick it up when he walks by again? Should I insist
that he take it with him tell him to never leave a bag of poop
in my yard in the future?"
I made a decision. One that I think would make my Dad proud.
I dropped the bag in John's yard.
John saw this from the seat of his ridin' lawn mower, and looked at
me in a most puzzled manner.
I yelled to him, "It's OK!!!"
I ran back home faster than I arrived....