A few weeks back, when the weather was nice, I was walking Yoshi outside. We always do a lap around our apartment, through a gate to a park, around the block, then return through the opposite gate and go into the apartment. As we were walking back into the apartment, there was some dog poo in the grass in front of the apartment.
My dog has never, ever gone to the bathroom in front of the apartment. He is well trained to go in less dense areas and always waits until we are in a park nearby. By chance, we happened to run into a security guard in front of our apartment. The security guard took a look at the old dog poo, me returning with a dog, and did some mental calculus. “Is that your dog’s dung?” he asked me as I walked into the building.
“No, it’s not ours. We always clean up our mess.” I showed him a plastic glove. “It’s not ours.”
Yoshi and I continue to walk on our route without concern about what the security guard thinls. Yoshi has NOT had any accidents in front of our apartment.
However, when I run across this particular elderly security guard, he shouts at me, “Dog dung! DUNNNNG!” in a dramatic accusatory Scooby Doo ghost voice. It’s like his weird salutatory greeting to me. It’s hard to recover normal conversations with a very old man when all he ever does is accuse you of not cleaning up dog crap all the time.
