German Village seems to be a very dog-friendly place. Most of the people you see walking around have a dog, and I’d guess that dogs outnumber cats by about 10 to 1, if not more.
But then there’s that unfortunate but inevitable biological byproduct that dogs tend to leave behind. And if you don’t own a dog, and you’ve got a nice little flower bed between the sidewalk and the street that you’d like to cultivate, and the dog owners walking by aren’t living up to their end of the dog owner’s social compact with the rest of humanity, you might just get fed up about the whole issue.
And when that happens, a passive-aggressive sign is bound to be the result. I particularly liked this one, with its neat penciled lettering on lined school notebook paper and all-weather plastic sheathing. Proper punctuation and grammar, too, as well as kid-sensitive use of an acceptable alternative to more vulgar terminology. It obviously wasn’t written in the heat of fury, but rather as a matter of deep resignation and indignation, after one too many discoveries of an unpleasant surprise. The heartfelt “it’s disgusting” at the end is a particularly nice touch.
And it worked, too. We always pick up after Kasey, but once I saw that sign I decided that discretion dictated steering Kasey away from even snuffling contact with that particular patch of ground to more neutral territory.