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Reardon: Do your duty and pick up the doody

It's that time of year again. The sun is shining, the snow is melting, the birds are chirping and there's poop everywhere. Yeah, poop, of the dog variety to be precise.

It's that time of year again. The sun is shining, the snow is melting, the birds are chirping and there's poop everywhere. Yeah, poop, of the dog variety to be precise.

Ever since the first inch of snow started melting, the warm weather has been revealing layer after layer of leftover lumps that went unpicked up all winter. What's more, since it's been cold, that poop never started the decomposing process, so the whole lot of it is going through the process at once. In case you weren't sure, that doesn't smell great.

At my apartment complex, there's a specific spot designated for dogs to go to the bathroom, and it's not particularly large. While it's a long stretch of grass, it's not very wide, so there's limited space where my dogs can go without walking down the sidewalk a bit.

With the plethora of piles of poop on this small patch of grass, it's nearly impossible to put a boot somewhere without coming uncomfortably close to a crop of crap.

For me, it's difficult, but I can avoid it. My puppy doesn't care about stepping in it, though. He's better now, but when we first got him, he would tramp right through it, so in addition to avoiding the endless brown blobs myself, I had to drag him around them as well. Another struggle, was the fact that my two-year-old lab mix was a wuss about the whole thing and at times refused to step onto the mucky grass and stayed on the rapidly-dwindling remnants of the snowbank to do his thing.

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All in all, bringing the dogs out has not been fun.

Thankfully, there's no more snow to melt and the ground is drying up. So now, it's easier to tell the difference between damp dirt and a dog deposit.

It's not just at my apartment complex, though. It's at the park. Where many dogs run with little awareness to what's beneath their paws. Meanwhile, dog owners stand in close proximity to not only their squatting pets, but the offering of bags provided by the parks and rec. (My apartment complex has dog bag dispensers as well, although they are quite spread out.)

What is stopping people from picking up the poop, especially at the park? It's not that big, so you don't have to walk that far. And if you have a dog and bring them to the park, you clearly aren't lazy, so again I ask, what's stopping you from picking up the turd?

I have made it a habit to grab a dog bag from the drawer closest to the door in my kitchen before bringing the dogs out. If I forget one, there's a good chance there's one still in my pocket from an occasion I didn't need to use it.

At this point, if I take a jacket out of my closet, the odds are pretty high there's already a dog bag in the pocket. I have some in my car as well, and while the park provides them, I still bring my own.

I'm aware of the winter excuse of, 'Oh, the snow will cover it. No one will know it's there.' Except everyone knows it's there now.

That excuse is no longer applicable with the snow gone, but I'm sure that the issue of people being forgetful or infrequently fetching their dogs feces will persist and the ground will still be covered with it.

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It's not difficult. Do you duty and pick up the doody.

Opinion by Shelby Reardon
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