chapeau
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Post by chapeau on Mar 4, 2019 11:55:24 GMT -5
I read somewhere once that an enterprising college kid was making a bunch of money cleaning dog poop out of yards! I think it may have been $10/week...but you multiply that out and it becomes good money! I'm sure there are businesses that do just that. Paris had such poop problem from people not cleaning up after their chiens that the city deployed a whole squadron of official motorized poop-vacuum scooter thingies. I recall reading an article a few years ago about people in the US who had started poop-cleaning businesses. If I had a dog, I would definitely employ such a service. My absurdly lazy* neighbors used one. Or maybe it was the people they paid to mow their postage stamp lawn who picked up after the dogs before they mowed. Whoever did it only picked up once a week, and in the summer I couldn't leave my windows on that side of the house open because the smell was so bad.
*They are not absurdly lazy because they didn't pick up after their own dogs in their own yard or mow their own grass. They are absurdly lazy because three times a day the man would put the poorly socialized german shepherd on a long leash and let him use the front yard. Then he would do the same with the equally poorly socialized rottweiler. Once a day he would walk the dogs across the street to the large business with a lot of green space and let the dog use their green space. He wouldn't pick up after the dog there either. Their security yelled at him for it constantly, but because it was private property the local police wouldn't ticket him. No one who owns a dog in our neighborhood would walk their dogs past that house because his dogs were so territorial. DD and I would sometimes walk around two blocks to avoid his house if he was doing the long leash thing. He was evicted last month, and the landlord has taken at least two full pickup trucks out each weekend day (so, at last count 18 truck loads -- I've been keeping track). The front porch is still full of furniture, and what I can see of the back porch is, too. The garage is also full of boxes. I'm so glad they're gone, but I dread their replacement.
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