Walk One Hundred and Eighty-Eight – I feel a rant coming on
When I go for my walks I have to evade steaming piles of horse manure, churned up mud, nettles, occasional dog poo and brambles but this is what drives me absolutely beside myself with fury. Well intentioned town dwellers taking their dogs for a walk in the country. They go armed with dog poo bags and as they walk they pick up what their dog leaves behind. However surprise, surprise, the countryside doesn’t have dog poo bins every hundred yards, and then they get sick of carrying their little bags so they toss them into the hedgerow, to stay preserved for months and months and months. IT IS MUCH MORE ENVIRONMENTALLY FRIENDLY AND COMMUNITY SPIRITED TO LET YOUR DOG CRAP DISSOLVE IN THE RAIN!
There now I feel better! And I’ll have you know that I was the dog poo fairy this evening and I took this and two other bags home to my own bin this evening.