I took The Wee Dog, Princess Lily, for a stroll tonight a little after dark-thirty. Being the middle of September, the evenings are beginning to get a little nippy, so I grabbed a light jacket that I had not had on in a while. As Lily and I were strolling down the sidewalk I stuck both my hands in the pockets of the jacket and discovered some items there in. In the right pocket was the small plastic bag familiar to all urban dog owners, colloquially referred to as poop bags. In the left pocket I found a paper mask that has become so fashionable and controversial during this pandemic. As is my wont, I begin to reflect on these items as I walked.
The poop bag was a reminder to me to never say never, as I had more than once, emphatically stated that I would never pick up dog feces, using it as one of my arguments as why we did not need a dog. However, if you have a dog in an urban / suburban environment it is only good manners to clean up your dog’s doings. When I was still working Continue reading “Pockets”
