Tidbits From the Queen of Chaos: A Neighbor Rant

The timing of this is pretty funny. I just posted in my blog under "Neighbors" how I was thankful for my neighbors and then yesterday, this older neighbor was out walking his dog. Gia and I were playing in the living room, looking out the window at all the leaves blowing in the wind. This man and his dog (a boxer) stopped and right in front of Gia and me, his dog pooped. I waited for him to pick it up and yep...you guessed it...he did not. I was livid. I knocked on my window (not sure what I thought that would do other than let him know I saw what he just did) and his response was to cross the street around the corner (I live on a corner). I went outside (that's how mad I was), looked at the little present his dog left and yelled, "Nice...real nice!" I want very badly to pick up the poop and put it in a baggie with a note that says, "I believe this belongs to you. I do not have a dog but have children that play in the yard. Please be respectful and pick up after your dog." I mean, I know when a dog has to go, he has to go but can he at least try and steer him toward a house that has a dog if he's not going to pick up after him? One of the reasons I don't have a dog is that I am so busy cleaning up after the four kids, I don't want to clean up after a dog, too (the other reasons are that I am really allergic to most breeds and the ones I am not, my husband has refused and my kids are a lot like Lenny from Of Mice and Men where they would crush anything small or from the toy breed). I want to tell this man that if my kids were on his property and messed it up, I'd clean up after them so I would appreciate him cleaning up after his "kid".  I just cannot believe the nerve of walking your dog and not caring where it goes to the bathroom and leaving it for someone else to clean up. A sad part is that I am from a family of boxers and each time this man walked by with his, it made me think of my Papa. Safe to say, not anymore. My older son got staples in his head this past spring. Well, that stemmed from stepping in dog poop. Now that I have seen with my own eyes what this man did, it makes me think he was the cause of it which makes me even more mad. I guess I should change what I am thankful for to: I am thankful for respectful neighbors.