RANT = SLAM POETRY!

People who don't pick up their dog's poop on the sidewalk....

Have you ever had a "crappy" day?
Imagine:
It's a beautiful day; a happy day.
Me and little Lucy are out for a walk; she's decked out in her pretty purple collar, and I'm bundled to the neck in coat hat scarf mittens earmuffs boots.
I've got all the good-dog accessories: tennis ball, frisbee, and plastic baggies to pick up the yuckies
We're walking along at a good trot,
Lucy dancing and prancing along the sidewalk,
and I? Well what choice do I have but to follow her cheerily.

When suddenly... schhhheerrrp.
I step in poop.
No, not the poop of my little Lucy
but the poop of some doozie of a doberman
laying innocently (yet- so guiltily) in the middle of the sidewalk.

Several things begin racing through my head:
I have poop on my boot
I can't get it off
Who's the guy who left this mess
Why is it in the middle of the sidewalk?

See there's this thing?
About owning a dog?
It's called "reponsibility."