Part of the joy of running to work is the ability to explore and experience your community. Indeed, you are inherently exposed to it as you dash/trot/trudge to and from work. Bicycling gives you this freedom, too; however, at their slower pace, run commuters more intimately experience the areas in which the community needs improvement. Specifically: disposal of dogs’ movements.
My relatively brief run to the office has provided me a wealth of anecdotes, mini-adventures, and one-time-only sights. I photograph nearly all of them to later show Laura, and later share here. Yet of constant complaint and concern are the carnival-colored bamboo baggies of dog turds, tossed haphazardly by negligent dog owners beside (or on) sidewalks, in gutters, roads, semi-wooded areas, and pretty much anywhere else they feel like flinging them. I am certain roof tops and car hoods have seen their undue share of crap sacks. Here are some recent examples:
When owners opt to dispose of the canine refuse, any open, vertical cylinder will do.
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Anything goes! This is not to say all dog owners are scatalogical litterbugs; many, if not most, properly dispose of their doggies’ sundry doo. The ne’er-do-wells actions, exposed as they are, stick out. Yet in this case, too, the leavings are left too long by the city. Often I see trash cans overflowing with mounds of frozen yogurt cups and doggie-doo bags; I note them and report them later to the city, in hopes they will be cleaned up. They seldom are.
Someone in the Old 4th Ward repurposed a frozen yogurt yard sign ad, and so became my ally and a hero:
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