Among the joys of responsible pet ownership is the morning walk around the neighborhood. We humans shiver as Fido deposits urine hither and yon. "That's your yellow snow from yesterday. You don't need to mark that territory again." What better way to start our day than picking up a pile of steaming feces.
Still, Fido needs his exercise. The American ingenuity that gave us the telephone and bubble wrap combined with the American laziness that causes us to hop in the SUV to drive down the driveway to get the mail showed this morning when I saw a Siberian Huskie romping down the street with his leash run through the window of an SUV. The driver jauntily waved a greeting as he drove past. I felt like throwing my feces-filled baggie at the gas guzzler.
On second thought, I'm trudging into 20 degree wind chill while he is seated in toasty comfort and his dog is getting better exercise than mine. It's like buggy whip manufacturers picketing the Ford plant. You can't fight progress. Sorry, Al Gore. I'm "Driving Mister Fido" tomorrow.
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