Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Mud Pie in the Eye


Just like a little puppy, Steve has been begging me repeatedly to write a post about the "fouling of footways by dogs" in London.


I agree that dog owners are responsible for cleaning up after their little friends. Dog-doo is gross. And. It's even more disgusting when it's stuck to the bottom of your shoe...or your husband's shoe...or your friend's shoe. The smell alone is nauseating. But did you know that dog poop is dangerous, too?


Yep. You read it here first. Or maybe you already discovered this statistic yourself, but that's beside the point. "Every year up to 700 people are blinded after contact with dog mess." Yikes! Does that statistic only include Londoners? Should I be worried? Is there a flush I can use if I ever get dog crap in my eye? Please help!


Bottom line: clean up after your dog or you will be fined.


Otherwise, someone else will have to pick up the mess for you (gasp!), which invariable, will never happen....unless someone steps in it, which doesn't really count.


Worst of all, if you are walking a dog in London and fail to comply with the rules, you are liable to prosecution. Do you want that on your record?!


To avoid a big mess, clean up after your dog's mess. There are even special bins provided so you don't have to carry around a poop-filled doggie bag throughout the city.

Design Time

Yes.
You are in the right place.
No.
You aren't seeing things.
wandern gehen is experimenting with a new look.

What do you think?!
I bet I can guess...

You like the look.
But.
You're annoyed.
I've spent time too much time obsesessing over font colors.
And.
Not enough time entertaining you.

I can't say that I blame you.
You have a right to be annoyed.
There are no excuses.

Well...
There is one.
Actually, it is more of an explanation than an excuse:
I have been in blog-post-procrastination-mode since June.

Maybe it was the three weeks of insanely nice weather and/or writers block, but instead of writing, I have been focused on organizing a gigantic move (and, in my spare time, enjoying a little "R and R" on the Isar).

There.
I admitted it.
I procrastinate...sometimes.
Are you happy?

Oh! And in case I forgot to mention it earlier, beginning August 30, Steve and I repositioning ourselves in a new zip-code: 05301 (a.k.a. Brattleboro, Vermont).

SIT...here I come!