I was sitting in my car this morning, enjoying a coffee. I was really early for a job interview so I thought I’d just chill and take in the sights of Mid-Town Toronto. I was beside a couple of apartment buildings, and a bunch of old Victorian Houses that have been apparently converted in to offices.
Anyway, as I was doing so though, something caught my attention… There was this cute little dog (looks like Kyan, probably the same type) who was working on a bowel movement. I found it funny cause it would squat down, and I guess it was constipated or something, cause then it would get up, move around a bit, and then squat down again for another try. LOL. It does this a few times, when finally, I knew it was happening. Good for you boy! But what happened afterward kind of amused me a little more…
The guy who was walking the dog kind of looked around for a bit. I was watching him cause I knew what he had to do next (City bylaws…). He kind of looked a little dejected doing it, but eventually he does it… He pulls out a black plastic back sticks his arm in it, and down he goes! Yup, he picked up the dog crap…
I don’t know why I found it so amusing… Maybe cause buddy looked kind of.. gruff, you know. A beer-bellied, hoorah, I work in a factory and watch football kind of guy. Not exactly the kind I would see walking a tiny little pooch and picking up its crap.
Then I started thinking.. Man, what could possibly possess a person to own a pet? Now of course I’m severely allergic to dogs and cats, so I guess it’s an easier thing for me to criticize. But honestly, when you just sit and objectively think about it for a second… What’s so fulfilling about picking up dog crap?