Dog Walking, a way of life
De riguer is to carry those sassy bio degradable poo bags when dog walking. Bags bow tied onto the dog’s collar signal you care.
I admit to such virtue signaling.
Dress-wise lycra and spandex, don’t quite do it for me. My muscles ache at the soothing fabric massage. And I look kinda out of place. I prefer loose trackie daks, with pockets.
In this day and age, one needs to observe new social customs, be on trend, Strangely, one’s gotta be pc in an age of smart phones, tablets and the cloud? [You are invited to overthink this.
Walking the sea shore concrete path, I chanced on a fresh plopping trail, ample evidence of non virtuous dog walkers.
I Walked On By
I didn’t stoop, or in non-Good Samaritan style cross to the other side of the road.
Gad, I walked on by,
A couple of hundred meters behind me was another dog walker.
Decades of engineering training had prepared me. In life, especially dog walking, I continue to follow the 7P MAXIM,
Perfect Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance
Subtly reaching into trackie dak pocket I retrieved my nicely weighted dog walking accessory, one in fact I had prepared before
I was able to swing it jauntily as the dog walker behind closed in on us. It couldn’t have been us who had been so antisocial, huh?
Potential embarrassment avoided as she passed, I gently nestled the plastic bag and its contents,
In Furoshiki-Dog, thehobartchinaman wrote of the ancient art of Gift Wrapping in Japan.
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