One man’s garbage (in a park), is everyone’s garbage
A while ago I brought up the high density of dog poo I see everyday during the walks with my pup through Peterson Creek. We had a few more dumps of snow since, and the winter’s magic act of covering the said mounds offered temporary visual tranquility.
As of a few days ago, snow has melted, save for a few patches here and there, and a couple of trails still hiding under snow and ice on those parts where the sun doesn’t reach much. The melt came fast and there is but one word to sum up the aftermath: muck! Loads of it.
Yes, the piles of old poo are resurfacing, and there are some new ones too. We’ve been over that. Yes, I am still hoping that conscience will prevail eventually in all dog owners.
What’s worse though than a pile of mushy old poo by the side of the trail or in the middle of it? A pile of mushy old poo with a straw stuck in it, or some tattered plastic bag half showing from underneath the fecal remains. Gross you say? To say the least. All true.