Friday, April 24, 2009

I hate my neighbors

I know, I know, I'm supposed to love my neighbor. But as I've said before: I'm fairly certain God is giving me a pass for the neighbors we have.


This morning when I went outside to bring in the garbage and recycling cans (Geoff takes them out, I bring them in), I barely missed stepping on a log of fresh dog poop.

Dog poop that was on the walkway leading up to our front door.

Like, 2 feet away from my front door.

So that means someone let their dog take a crap BY MY FRONT DOOR -- close enough that they coulda knocked and said "Hey - you got any spare ziplocs or anything I can use to pick this up?" and they didn't pick it up.

I don't know what I did in my life to deserve neighbors like these.

I've got the blinds open now though so if it happens again (I never doubt the grossness of my neighbors) I'll see them, or Lola will see them and bark.

If I catch whoever it is: they're getting maimed and I'm stealing their dog.


No comments: