Dog DooDoo....

I've been blogging a lot about all the dogs here.  Yeah, there are a lot of them.  I suppose most of them have homes...  more or less.  Like the big black dog that I think belongs a house or so down from us...  but every morning she's asleep on the curb.  Of course I speak to her as we pass by, but she doesn't acknowledge me.  I look at her carefully...  I can see she has conjunctivitis...  her eyes are kind of matted and I want to reach down and swab them...  even more, I'd love to take her to the vet and really do something about it.  But she's not mine.....  

I can pretty much tell which dogs are well cared for and which aren't.  That big collie-type dog...  how old is she?  She looks really old...  has really matted hair...  nobody ever cleans her up.  And that dog that has a hairless tail?  What happened?  Why is it like that?  

I remind myself that it's a different culture here....   

And when I see a pack of male dogs ganging up on a female in heat, I can only hope that somewhere down the road the owners (of the males) won't have a macho attitude about neutering a male dog.  They do here, you know.  It's like their own masculinity is at stake if they have the balls cut off their dogs.  Go figure....

Okay..  so I'm getting kinda vulgar...  but...  darn it!  Is education possible?

So....  Bill and I are going on our morning walk...  it's not a strenuous walk...  Bill has binoculars, I, my camera.....  we're mostly birding.  I REALLY want to see an Elegant Trogon before we leave.  I'm usually pretty careful...  but this morning I stepped in a big pile of dog shit.

I know...  I could call it "poop"...  I could say "doodoo"...  but...  by the time I figured out that I was carrying along about 10 pounds of extra weight on my right foot, it was so embedded into the tread of my sandals, it was just plain SHIT!

I tried to scrape it off in the way side grass...  I even found a tiny water puddle or two and stomped around in that a few times.  Three hours later we were home...  and I checked out my sandals.

Damn!  Not only was that sandal still filled with dog crap, it stunk like hell.  And you think cat shit is bad!  Okay...  I see that lots of folks actually carry little plastic bags to clean up after their dogs, but...  really?  with 50 million dogs all crapping wherever they want to, does that really work?   And... I've wondered where the heck they put those little plastic bags of dog shit anyway?

Our second walk of the day...  I hit every water puddle I can find.  Not easy when it's noon...  hotter than you can imagine and not only that, I figure the heat is just gonna make my shoe smell that much worse.  We walk the river road...  there's a place at the end to wash the sand off your legs and feet before heading back along the path.  Perfect!  I'm gonna wash my shoe!  Actually, Bill saw a barbed wire fence close by and used the spike to clean around the treads of my sandal.

Good Grief!  He did good...  I quit rolling my eyes...  washed the sand off my feet and finally slipped those sandals back on.  I really, really, really want these sandals to last 3 more weeks!  They are falling apart and now have been impacted with dog crap.  They smell like ... well, they smell like a piece of shit....  I seriously doubt if Desenex Foot Powder can resuscitate them at this point.

Maybe it's time I dragged out my Teva sandals and quit depending on these old Born ones...  but...  geez....  it's hard to give up an old favorite...  despite the aromatic aroma they have been exuding these days.

That's all for today!