Those are two groups that are quite distinct and will never co-exist. Terribly territorial and never going to move out of their social caste no matter what life brings them. Yes the I Have to pick up poop and the I Have Not ever going to do that. If you’ve ever walked a dog in a public place you know what I mean and your shackles are already up thinking about The Other Kind. I’m of the persuasion that dog poop is meant to be left on the ground along with the deer poop, goose poop, coyote poop, and all the other creatures who don’t carry around plastic bags to scoop it hurriedly up or face public recrimination. And for all you non-dog walkers yes this is a thing. BIG Thing. Not long ago I was walking my dog in the kind of park without swings and slides but lots and lots of woods and ponds and wildlife that wasn’t on a leash. My beast did the deed and I continued on when this old lady coming from another direction started screaming at me something I couldn’t really hear. (She was probably young but when you’re yelling about sh*t it ages you. Keep this in mind plastic bag fanatics). I finally got it and was totally speechless which was amazing in itself. I took my dignified smirk and just kept walking. She probably hasn’t slept since. I almost get it if you live in a neighborhood where children play on their lawns and rolling in sh*t is not cool. In the summer. When there is grass not covered by a foot of snow. Yes I am a multiple offender. When the parks were impassable, I had the brilliant idea to go to a very ritzy neighborhood where they of course would shovel their sidewalks or have their villagers do it. As a bonus I could peek in their windows since it was such a dark day and there would be lights on inside. Wrong on all counts. Not that I would actually peek in windows. What kind of person do you think I am?? (Ok I am). Anyway, as I’m trying to s-l-o-w-l-y make my way down the icy sidewalk once again my beast gets the calling. Before he was barely done this youngish guy comes running out of his house yelling at me to pick up the sh*t. What was really hilarious is the whole time he’s also carrying on that he’s not the type of person to sit in the window just watching for a perpetrator. Yea, you kinda are. I was polite. Told him to get me a bag and I’ll clean it up and maybe he should shovel his sidewalk because I could feel a big fall coming on$$$$. I cleaned it up. And walked on. And walked back. And threw the bag-oh-sh*t in his bushes and took off. Don’t tell. I slept really greatzzzzzz. Bottom line. Of course it buys happiness#firstclass#seasontickets#prettyshoes