people are funny like that
January 11, 2010
In my previous neighborhood, an older couple moved in down the street, and pretty soon after that, we would see the woman (it was one of those man/woman couples) walking her little dog into our cul de sac, waiting patiently while the dog crapped on our lawn (to be fair, the dog crapped on everybody’s lawn, not just mine, but this is my story, so, you know, my lawn), and then walking back to her own nicely green and crap-free yard.
Disagreement arose over how to handle the situation. Kim’s ire was fairly piqued. At first, I argued that it was not a big deal, it was just dog poo, and maybe we shouldn’t do anything. After stepping in enough excrement, my feelings eventually aligned with Kim’s.
Fortunately, other’s boiling points were lower than ours. Or maybe their circumstances were more sensitive. Because another neighbor, one with toddlers who tended to put anything and everything they found in their mouths, objected a bit more strenuously.
This other toddler-having neighbor, who’s limit was reached when he watched the woman guide her dog onto his lawn and encourage the little yapper to “do his business”, snapped, sort of.
He packaged up the package in a brown paper bag, marched (okay, maybe the use of “marched” sounds a bit too militant–he may have just walked. Or even sauntered.) down to the dog owner’s house, and presented her with the bag. “I think this is yours” he said.
When she realized what was in the bag, she was incredulous. “That’s incredibly rude” she said.
“You walked your dog up to my yard and asked him to crap on it. That strikes me as a bit on the rude side too” he replied.
“I didn’t know it was your yard” she said.
“Really? THAT’S your defense? I’ve got little kids. Everybody in this neighborhood has little kids. They EAT stuff on my lawn. I don’t want them to eat this.”
“Wow” she said. “This is the unfriendliest neighborhood we’ve ever lived in.”
This kind of thing isn’t confined to dogs, though, is it? People do this all the time, in all walks of life. They show up uninvited, they shit on your grass or in your living room, and then act all wounded or insulted when you object.
People are funny like that.