Published November 7, 2012
(In response to last week’s column)
As far as sneaking the snacks into the movies, it’s a big no-no. Apparently, the movie theater owners aren’t the big, mean people I thought they were. The reason they jack up the prices of candy is to help keep the ticket prices lower. There’s a whole marketing angle that I won’t get into, but I think there is a compromise to be made here.
If you’re going to be a shady character and sneak your own candy into the movies, then maybe purchase your drinks from the theater’s concessions. This way you’re still shady, but not quite as shady. Hopefully, when things turn around with our economy, we won’t have to be shady at all anymore.
You’re the pooper scooper
Poop scoop laws are enforced in most urban areas in the United States, aside from the fact that it’s just common courtesy. I’ll admit that I have walked my dogs before and forgotten my poop scoop bag, but I’ve always made sure that it’s at least out of the way of kids possibly tracking through it.
Whether I use a stick to move it or a leaf, it doesn’t matter. As disgusting as it is, it’s my responsibility. I have to be honest, I love animals, but poop is just disgusting. It’s gross enough when it’s your own dog’s poop, but it’s even grosser (if that’s even a word) when it’s dropped from someone else’s dog.
If you made the commitment to be a pet owner, then you made the commitment to forever pick up its poop. Not only does dog feces carry all sorts of “things,” creating a public and environmental hazard, but it also stinks and is really hard to get out of your shoes. I know that back in the day this wasn’t a law, but come on.
Am I wrong for thinking that if your dog did it, then you need to get rid of it?