I’m up to my knees and sinking fast — but it’s not quicksand I’m sinking in!
As I’ve been dubbed the “Middle Aged” columnist, you know that I was raised in an era when four-letter words were not encouraged.
But let me tell you, what I’m sinking in is a four-letter word, left by four legged animals, frequently known as man’s best friend.
The more I contemplate all the darling little bare feet running across the lawn and into the house bringing “you know what” between their darling little toes; or worse than that, stuck in the million crevices on the bottom of their tennis shoes; the more I feel like retiring to the laundry room and hurling four-letter expletives against the wall! (It may not be very refined, but it’s better than taking to the bottle).
Unfortunately this will not solve the problem.
The only solution I can see is for all us dog owners, from Delmar to Lindell and from DeBaliviere to the City Limits, to keep our own dogs in our own yards. That should give each of us quite enough to clean up, especially on hot muggy days.
Many of our community problems are knotty, complex and seemingly insolvable — but not this one. So, fellow dog-lovers, let’s keep our four-legged friends where they belong, on their leash or in their own back yard. (If you have a better answer — I’d love to hear it.)
Originally published in The Paper, August 1971.
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Original source: SD_Times1971_08.pdf, printed page 5.
