Neighbors, don't we just love them. They always make life so easy right? Well right now, Jesus' words of loving your neighbors has been something I have to chant to myself. I just don't understand why we can't be curteous anymore? I can get over my upstairs neighbors holding gymnastics classes that sound like they are going to summersult right through the ceiling. I can deal with the weird attitudes about parking spaces. I mean you take another person's "spot" because your "spot" was taken, you totally deserve to have them park right on your bumper so pulling out the next day will be next to impossible. Should have known better.
However, there is one offense I can't stand. If you have a dog, pick up after it when it craps on my lawn! I don't want to walk out to my car in the morning and step in your dog's poop. If I am headed to work, I usually don't have the time to go change my shoes because I stepped in a wretchedly horrible pile of poo. When I get a dog I will clean up after it, but it's your dog, it's not my responsibility to clean up after it.
Maybe you think I am being a bit over the top, but I am not talking about one pile, as I was bringing in my groceries the other day, I realized there were at least 6 different mounds in my yard. I felt like I was training for special opps to avoid landmines as I was darting and weaving around my lawn. It's occurring to me that the sign I saw posted in another neighborhood on someone's lawn, about cleaning up after your pet if it happens to choose my lawn, is completely neccesary.
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