This morning I had a good
swim first thing and then added a short run along the promenade from the
swimming pool and as far as the river, using the new decorative mock giant pebble
seats, as a turning point before returning to the pool. It was an extra run
that was not on my schedule but since Steve was not here today, he couldn’t
stop me enjoying the fact that since I have lost a bit of weight, running has
become fun again. It was a dull old day with not a hint of wind, cold enough
though; I wore a hat over my wet hair and put on a pair of gloves for the first
time this autumn.
During the summer months
dogs are not allowed at that end of the sea front, on the beach or the prom,
but now they are back again. I have
nothing against dogs, I like dogs and they like me. What I don’t like are
irresponsible owners that get beautiful hounds a bad name by not picking up the
huge piles of poo that some of them deposit. This morning there was heaps of
doggie doos all over the promenade. This is an area where mums and dads go out
with their littlies to play, even in winter. On a nice day there is nothing
better but to let the kiddies run around in a safe area away from any traffic.
So leaving these piles of
smelly dog poos is just not playing the game is it? What are people playing at?
The council provide bins to tip your poo bags into. If you don’t want to pick
up your dogs dropping then you should not have a dog at all because you are an
inconsiderate arse. It makes me livid. It really is not a difficult thing to do
these days with the supermarkets selling packets of little plastic bags that
are just the right size; all that is involved is to turn your bag back over you
hand, pick up what YOUR dog has left behind and then neatly pull the bag over
and tie it up. Not rocket science.
Otherwise you should drive
way out in the countryside and take your dog out in the woods, where a
neglected set of droppings deep in the woodland would not be anything like as
offensive as it is on the newly refurbished and now rather stylish looking sea
front promenade walkway that Littlehampton District Council have provided for
our pleasure, a smart modern place to go an exercise yourself at the same time
as you give your faithful hound a nice run.
It’s like a return to the
dark ages, when nobody cared and you would quite regularly step on a squelchy
smelly mound but surely we have all passed beyond that haven’t we? Trying to
make the world a better place? Most of us do behave responsibly; I don’t do a
lot of dog walking but occasionally have my daughter’s gorgeous pile of curly
black fur and happy face in my charge. Owning a dog is our choice, and mostly it
is a great pleasure, this is the one little down side of keeping a dog, and
they in return give you their reward, in love and devotion. The least you can
do is not pretend that you didn’t see your dog take a dump. You people are a
disgrace to the town and to yourselves, where is your conscience? Probably up
your own arse!
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