Before my first post on the City Limits blog, I must give a disclaimer: My husband and I have a dog. She's a beagle, and she only barks when our doorbell is rung.
That being said, we walk Lucy about four times a day. And we always, always have at least two poop bags with us. But how is it that doggie muffins are found all over the city? On sidewalks, lawns, bushes, etc.
Of course, my stink isn't with the poor puppies. It's with the owners --
It's your dog. If your dog poops, it's your poop. Pick it up, and don't let the other responsible owners catch flack for your laziness. What should I catch the hairy eyeball from rightfully peeved houseowners when we walk by?
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