When our kids were younger we brought Daisy home and quickly house-trained our beautiful boxer. At the time we lived in homes with fenced yards and she would run right out the door to take care of business. And every few days someone in the family would grab a plastic shopping bag and a small gardening shovel and take care of what we called "Poop Patrol". The kids would argue and whine....."....it's not my turn! I hate poop patrol!" But they would do the job and police the yard. When we moved to New Jersey we lived on a wooded acre so we just sent Daisy off into the woods and let nature take care of any messes.
Now we have little Fenway and he walks on a leash several times each day.....and we, his responsible owners, have plastic bags in our pockets and there are always doggy bags available in dispensers all around town. There is no excuse for leaving anything unacceptable on a sidewalk or in the grass alongside the sidewalk. Plenty of poop bags and plenty of garbage cans available.
And we follow the rules......with one small exception. Very infrequently Fenway will decide that a low hanging bush is the perfect place to take care of business with some degree of privacy. He will literally back into the bush, under the branches, until just his head is peaking out at me. And he takes care of business and comes back out.
I admit it, I walk away.....I couldn't get under that low hanging bush and find his deposit if I wanted to. Sorry friends and citizens......I just don't bend that way anymore. So out-of-sight means out-of-mind.....just once in awhile.
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