It’s everywhere—on the grass, on the street, on the sidewalk, and, consequently, often on the bottom of your shoes! I have learned to look down when I’m walking. Perhaps this is why nobody pays attention when crossing the street.
I’m glad that the Belgians are so fond of our canine friends. I just wish they would scoop the poop!
A Diary Of Our Travels and Experiences While Living Abroad
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New York used to be like that. You were always supposed to "curb" your dog, meaning they were supposed to poop in the street where the street washers that never came would get it, but you didn't have to pick it up, and people wouldn't even curb their dogs anyway half the time.
Speaking of dogs (and vomit) we finally got a puppy, the cutest little beagle mix. She got sick the first day we had her, then got well for a couple of days, then very sick, then died six days after we got her. We were all very attached already. The kids took it hard. The parents took it pretty hard themselves. We waited so long to get a dog. Sorry for this sad story.
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