Let Inga Tell You: A dog’s gotta go, but so does what it leaves
If you think there is a lot of contention about the seals and sea lions at La Jolla beaches, you don’t read Nextdoor. Dog Poop Wars — with photos — are constantly being waged, and with no more likelihood of a meeting of minds than about the local pinnipeds.
The combatants are roughly divided into six groups:
1. Responsible dog owners who pick up after their pet and dispose of the bags only in their own or public trash cans.
2. Semi-responsible (but see below) dog owners who pick up after their pet and dispose of the bags in the nearest homeowner’s trash bin.
3. Irresponsible dog owners who pretend to be on their phones when their dog is pooping on someone’s lawn.
4. People who may or may not own a dog but enjoy tormenting people who post “Pick up after your dog” signs on their lawns.
5. People who let their dog poop on the sidewalk — and leave it there.
6. People who simply hate dogs, pooping or not.
Within Category 2, there is raging debate as to what circumstances it might be OK to put your bag of dog poop in someone else’s trash can. This subject has even been passionately argued nationally in Dear Abby. The hotly contested options include:
2. On trash day, before the trash can has been picked up
3. When it’s not hot (and therefore the bag doesn’t have the opportunity to percolate in a black trash bin over a period of days, creating an odor that could knock over a goat at 10 yards)
4. A trash bin is a trash bin, so get over it already
5. Only in the trash bins of fellow dog owners
6. Especially in the trash bins of non-dog owners, just to annoy them
7. If you don’t see any security cameras
8. In the dead of night
I know people who specifically review their security camera footage not to see who broke into their garage but to see who is putting dog poop bags in their trash.
During my daily walks around my neighborhood, I often see piles of poop from what is clearly a very large dog artfully arranged around the base of a “Please pick up after your dog” sign.
I confess that this brings up a number of questions. First, how did they get the dog to do it? More puzzling, when someone cleaned it up, how did they get the dog to come back and do it again? This dog definitely has his/her own signature poop print.
Given the precision of placement each time, one might conclude that this is imported dog poop that has been intentionally staged to annoy the owner of the sign. The only alternative is that some very passive-aggressive person has specifically trained his/her pooch only to poop around the base of those signs. Inquiring minds (and “America’s Got Talent”) want to know.
I have grown suspicious. Given the staggering resemblance to previous piles, is it even real poop? On a hunch that I now deeply regret, I searched “fake dog poop” on Amazon. You can buy some frighteningly realistic-looking dog egesta for $5 in either regular or “chunky,” or a six-pack of assorted styles for $11. This will haunt my dreams.
As a dog owner myself, I obviously have opinions on these issues. Our city-mandated and -dispensed black trash receptacle lives at the far end of our driveway nestled next to our house, its unfortunate accessibility making it a neighborhood poop dump of choice. In the pre-city-dispensed receptacle days, our trash cans resided safely inside our back gate, away from excrement-abandoning miscreants. But the required new bins are too big for that space. If you opened our trash can on any given day, you’d think we were running a kennel for digestively compromised canines.
So a few years ago, I decided to importune the offenders with a polite entreaty: “Please — we’re asking nicely — no dog poop in the trash bin!”
Of course, that just dares people, just like the yard signs, even though our sign was posted on top of the bin, where you couldn’t see it until you were right there.
Despite the sign, I’d still hear the lid of my trash can being raised during the day, but more quietly, and admittedly less often, than before. I confess that I sometimes entertained delicious fantasies of rigging it in some excretorially vengeful way. But forget to disarm it even once and the garbagemen would never pick up our trash again.
I finally decided it wasn’t worth the energy. I took off the sign. Have at it, folks. People are gonna do what they’re gonna do.
But I think there is consensus on one point: There ought to be a special place in hell and/or the DMV non-appointment line for people who leave trails of dog poop on sidewalks.
Inga’s lighthearted looks at life appear regularly in the La Jolla Light. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org. ◆
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