A woman had driven her car through the 67th Avenue access parking lot, stopping just short of the beach, her car’s grill facing the big pond. She let her dog out and then called for it to get back in her car after it had done its business.
Could anyone possibly be any lazier?
Allow me to tell you how my morning had started before I rant about this subject further.
The cool breeze of a mild winter day felt so refreshing as I left my apartment and headed to the beautiful beach.
Doves serenaded one another with their mournful calls. A dozen ducks cruised across the glassy surface of a fog-shrouded pond. Squirrels scampered playfully, stopping to scavage for nuts, inspecting them while poised on their haunches.
I couldn’t get Bob Dylan’s song, Huck’s Tune, out of my mind. “Nature’s voice makes my heart rejoice. Play me the wild song of the wind.”
Communing with nature always clears my mind. That’s why I have such a strong relationship with it. That’s part of the reason I feel indebted to it.
The woman backed her car out of the access lot as I passed her. South Carolina license plate. I waved to her, having no idea that she had let dog crap laying in my sanctuary. She didn’t wave back. I was furious when I saw what was left behind. The serenity that I had found during my walk was gone.
I love dogs. I love petting them when they greet me on the beach. I have the greatest respect for dog owners who clean up after their animals. Cleaning up after pets is an act of pure love.
I hate dog owners who don’t clean up after their animals. Yes, I said “hate.” And my anger only grows when I see them looking over their shoulders in the aftermath to see if anyone was watching.
People sometimes say, “Well, marine life defecates in the ocean. What’s the difference?
That response is moronic. First of all, marine life defecates in the ocean because that’s the way Mother Nature intended it. Organisms feed off it and the rest dissipates in the water. Secondly, when a dog defecates on the beach, humans must walk around it. We sometimes walk through its bacterial residue.
I’ll never understand why alleged adults refuse to take responsibility. I wish it were legal for me to drag biped offenders back to the scene of the slime and rub their noses in it.