Picking Up After Your Dog

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.

What If It Is A Seeing-Eye Dog?

Driving with a dog's butt in your ear may soon net you a $25 fine in Illinois.  I think the dog patootie rubbing up against your wattles would be punishment enough, but not Dan Burke (D-Chicago).

He is co-sponsoring a bill to limit doggie co-pilots.  He's not hopeful the bill will pass.  Illinois has other pressing matters like a financial crisis.  New Jersey and Hawaii have restrictions on "lap" dogs, while you are driving, and Illinois doesn't want to be left out.

What about cats, and ponies and frogs and girlfriends sitting in your lap?  That would be a major distraction.
I wonder if it's a double fine if your dog is texting while in the front seat with you? You can read more about the nannyings of Windy City polititians and pet seatbelt inventors here: 
This would explain all the run-over cats

"I Thought You Were Someone Else"

One of my household chores growing up was the garbage.  I was supposed to collect it from the various wastebaskets in bathrooms, bedrooms and kitchen and garage and make sure it all ended up in the two metal fifty-gallon cans on the concrete pad in the backyard, in time for the garbageman to fetch them on garbage day.

Back then--this is forty years ago--people didn't set their cans out on the street.  Men rode on the side of the garbage truck and went to where the cans sat and carried them back to the truck.  In our case the man had to walk down a narrow sloping concrete walk on the west side of the house to the back patio.  There was none of this curbside robot claw stuff.

Garbage day was once a week, Wednesday, I think.