Monday, August 25, 2014

It worked!





What is that, one might ask?
Our sign for our neighborhood friends and families...with dogs.

You see, our little guy, Skipper, our ten year old Bichon Frise has never been allowed to wander, except in his own fenced back yard!

We are strong believers in safety first with our family members, whether they be two or four-legged, although our sons were never put on leads, and when they were little is when those things for two legged children did start to become a choice for some parents with children who try to run when left out by themselves in the world or out with them as well...
And so with or without a leash law, which our county happens to have, for dogs, or four legged children whichever you care to refer to them as... our third son, who is a *bog, meaning boy-dog and rhymes with dog, not log, has never been let out of our front door due to our front yard not being fenced in, even if we go out we have baggies to pick up his sweet smelling wastage and deposit it accordingly in the proper receptacles designated for such things!(*To be honest our younger son coined that word for his lovingly called son/dog, his bog, Andrew, a beautiful/handsome, collie-Shepard mix, a puppy survivor of Hurricane Andrew, circa 1992 and passed away after only nine years in 2001, from liver cancer, sadly.)

Any-who, Hubby has been using his new lawn mower; his first in over a decade that he must walk behind to use, all though self propelled and has all those modern gizmos, anyway, as he doesn't mind cleaning up our own backyard from those dainty little do dos of our sweet baby boy, Skipper, and he has always whether using his ride on or walk behind mower those were/are family defecations, NOT strangers' made being rather largess smelly made poops, from horse sized doggie’s belonging to other families... YUCK!
Each to his/her own of course.

And so when Hubby went out to mow our lawn last week he was taken aback with an annoying problem; caused by people who do not respect other people's yards as their own, FIVE nasty plop, plop, plop, plop, plops of doggy defecations!
Now most would turn the other cheek and become passive and just clean it up and say, oh well...

And in reality, Hubby felt that is probably what we should do...
But alas I had tried something years ago, well yeah actually Hubby acquiesced to my suggestion even then, and so I felt it was again time to try it since it had worked, but Hubby had forgotten that it had and was saying that what if they go crazy and throw poop or do other horrid things to our lovely front lawn...well he didn't say lovely or use the word poop, I am paraphrasing what he did actually say and felt...

It seems that it has been years since this yucky incident had occurred, albeit Hubby hadn't noticed due to the ride-on mower use for all those years?

Well, the idea was simple and not violent, rather peaceable really.
And rustic, much on the level of its audience I suspect...who hopefully can read! (Sorry that was mean spirited, but they started it, don't you think?) Many people while walking with and without their pups did stop to read and even cars slowed down too to read our...SIGN

Now that is simplicity at its finest, true? (The sign looks crowded word wise due to originally saying 'my' instead of 'our', twice.)

Hubby had removed the sign to mow the lawn today and found out happily that no one had let their darlings utilize our lawn for their personal potty room, and so it worked! We will be leaving if off, unless... need be!
Hubby was kind enough to put it in temporarily to get its PIC for my tonight blog, which does rhyme oddly enough with log and bog, but not the four-legged kind that we call our bog, boy dog! Got that?

On that note of so much hope for our neighbors respect, allow me to be the very first to wish all of you a very happy good night and ask you all to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!

PS We live in an unincorporated area in the county of Charlotte and so no there is no law, as of yet, for carrying baggies and cleaning up after your pets, but there is in our incorporated city of Punta Gorda, soon here too?

PSS Hubby reminded me that the term 'bog' for boy-dog was actually from the movie Spaceballs, the movie circa 1987, our youngest son's favorite movie! Thus him using the term for his four-legged son. 

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