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[flemmings]

Today's Great Accomplishment was lugging one of those huge ancient monitors down the stairs and putting it out on the boulevard; where someone at once walked off with it, and I envy the upper body strength of the person who did.

I checked the blue bin on the lawn to see if Demented Dog Walker had deposited any dog turds within. (The one time I caught her at work, she told me that the woman across the street had given her permission to leave her dogs' doings in the recyclables bin.) She had. I retrieved the baggie and put it in the bag with my own biodegradable garbage in the freezer, and then noticed that my shoe balanced funny. As well it might, because I had trodden dog shit and leaves into the house. Followed much washing of floors and mats, and working at the crevices of my sole with an ancient tooth brush and an old kitchen knife, both of which went into the garbage thereafter. Examining the ground ivy that covers my front yard, I observe several mounds of dog poo camouflaged among the green.

Blue bin is going back into the alleyway-- inconvenient, but DDW can't access it from there. Wish I had a cat so I could send it to poo in her yard, but I don't even know where she lives.

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[lebateleur.livejournal.com]

This is a persistent issue in my area as well and has sparked multiple neighborhood listserv flamewars that rival anything fandom has ever produced.

One neighbor has taken to placing the bags on the sidewalk with handwritten letters reminding the dog owners that they forgot to take their dogshit home. While not entirely pleasant for us innocent bystanders, most of us do approve on some level.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

You have neighbourhood listservs? How advanced. And who flames whom? Do the offending dogwalkers somehow feel entitled to drop their bags in others' garbage?

I can control my ire, just, at the people who drop it into the green bins, where it's supposed to go: into their own green bins, granted, not mine. But putting it in among the plastic and paper is way over the top.

[tekalynn.livejournal.com]

I was most irate (mentally, I didn't verbalize) with a customer who dropped a dirty diaper into my wastebasket at the store.

[incandescens]

Yuck. Totally yuck. Sympathy.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

I'd have said something. At least have offered them a plastic bag to put the thing in so I didn't have to smell it.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Possibly the perils of living in the great wilds of downtown TO. I also deal with raccoon poo, cat droppings (from top cats who don't cover) and squirrel pellets. But the dogs are leashed and their owners are at least required to clean up after them.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

(I note that people with children often have the same notion. See Tekalynn above.)

And I even have a supply of rolled up newspapers handy, because people *will* give me free copies of rags I wouldn't touch with a bargepole. Alas that dogwalkers do their literal dirty work by stealth, when decent people are asleep in bed.

[deepfryerfire.livejournal.com]

There's a couple of ways to make your lawn smell bad to dogs so they won't willingly go there. First, unfortunately, you have to clean up as much of the dog mess as you can, so they can't smell it. The next step is to heavy salt the area where the dogs tend to detonate with crushed hot pepper- you can also use citrus juice, the more acidic the better. There are also products they sell online to keep dogs off. It won't stop the owner, but it will affect the dog's desire to go in that spot.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

I shall definitely try that. Thanks.