Translation: "Curb Your Dog" |
I was riding my bike on Oleson Road, approaching the Garden Home Recreation Center. It was a spring day and the afternoon sun was out. A young woman was walking her dog on the sidewalk coming toward me as I was traveling south in the bike lane. It was some dark brown short-haired breed, smaller than a Labrador and while fifty yards still separated us, it stopped and hunched and shat in the middle of the concrete walk.