Okay so I am just home from walking, but I am shaken a bit. I walk my dog instead of through the park as usual through Vassells; we walk to the local surgery to pick up my medicine. As it has been rainy, and my dog is a long haired breed, I am thinking this saves me the time of a quick bath walking around the city sidewalks. I live on the Downend side of Fishponds and we a have a small city park across from the surgery we hang about in it for a while but no poo action occurs. The problem is it is getting late, and now I need to get to the bank before noon. I have left my wallet at Heathrow Airport in the offices and need cash for a game today at 4pm. (anybody going can cash me a check?) I do not want to tell my husband of my foolishness, so checkbook in hand I think if I go to the bank I can be sorted without embarrassment. So I have picked up my ulcer tablets, tried the park a spell but need to get to bank.
So it is a pleasant day, sun is shining a bit more than usual, pork smell great for the party before I left the house today and I have a nice Brunch planned to cook my husband when I get home. We go from the park, around the market to my bank (which is closed on a Saturday). Crap, now I will have to borrow my husband bank card and I either tell him I am broke or I left my wallet in London. Neither I want to do. Why banks here aren't open on a Saturday morning? Oh well.
I head down Guinea Lane to cut behind the park towards home. My dog decides 1/2 way down the street to poop, he hikes his leg to wee which I know is impossible as he has wee-ed himself dry in the park (laughs) and instead with leg still hiked up starts to drop a bomb. I hate that he sometimes does his "Stealth" poo as my husband calls them but it too late. A few feet from a footpath he decides to drop a bomb on a sidewalk. He is all of 5 pounds, so a cat does more damage. I keep a bag dispenser on the handle of my retractable lead, and whilst he is pooping on the sidewalk I pull out a bag in preparation. It is not ideal place but nature called apparently it is was my fault for leaving my wallet and being in a rush....
Next thing I know, a man in his late 40"s, I would guess, with a belly that look as if he were nine months over due, he comes out of his house and starts cursing at me. I means really angry. I let him go on and think quiet is best approach, I understand his possible frustration. He stops and I say how very sorry - it was unexpected and I do have a bag here ready to clean it up, sir. In a pleasant voice hoping to reassure him and show respect.
Nope this doesn"t help. He starts again and he curses at me the whole time Ralph finishes, the whole time I am picking up the bomb and then comes out to the sidewalk to check my work and follows me 10 -20 yards towards the foot path I am walking towards. For a minute I panic, I am going down a closed off footpath, and is he going to follow me there. I swear my heart skips a beat and I felt genuinely afraid. All over poop on a side walk. I turn around and he stops, I finally say - You are not a very pleasant man are you? He is calls me a **** and walks off....
Now my nice morning has gone to ****, literally.
I miss home, I miss my son, I miss my yard, I miss my bank open on a Saturday and I come home bawling.
My husband says I should call the local authority and report his abuse.
Is it illegal for a dog to poop on a sidewalk, public footpath, etc? Even if you clean it up? I swear there was no trace visible that my dog had been there.
