The Necessity of Pooper Scoopers.
On a fall day in 1985 during a walk through Park Slope (Brooklyn) in which the pavement was covered with a myriad of colorless, crispy leaves screaming for five-year-old children (like myself and my childhood best friend) to repeatedly stomp them to dust, we met the challenge with great anticipation for the consistent accompanying crunch. Until, that is, the crunch sound went silent. And with the confusion of the anomalous, noiseless autumn discard, my rose-petal pink tights were covered with brown splotches - the remnants of an irresponsible, manner-less dog walker whose laziness ruined an otherwise perfect afternoon. And, so, I second this writer's emotion and ask for the dog-walkers of today to respect thy neighbor, avoid the (tacit) fines, and give the five-years-old the fun in the sun they deserve. Enjoy!
Have you taken a look at the comments on this article? Ridiculous.
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