Here you see a poster that was designed by our city government and plastered all over the place. It informs us about a 50 Euro fine if we fail to clean up after our dogs. In general I agree with that and I believe that it should be a matter of course and respect that we clean up after our dogs. Actually it is quite embarrassing that some people need to be reminded, yet even forced to to do that. So what’s the point here? Hang on, we are getting there.
Every time you want to establish an administrative act, you need to make you are willing an able to enforce it, else it would be as effective as a hedgehog fart. In this case the city government wants to establish a fine for not cleaned up poop. In order to get to that money they will have to bust people right when it is happening, else you can not prove who did it. They would actually have lots of people patrolling at least those areas most frequented by dogs on walkies. Did that happen? Nope! And people still don’t clean up after there dogs simply because they are ignorant idiots and nothing happens anyway. Hedgehog Fart right there!
And now we get to the point. Here you see a public trash can. The same people who are responsible for that poster are in charge of emptying the public trash cans. You see, lots of people are cleaning up behind their dogs but the city administration fails to do their job. It is their responsibility to keep these can’s clean, tidy and empty but for some strange reason they just don’t do it. And it’s not like we would have tons of public trash cans. They got rid of most of them but still, they fail to empty those few left. Now I wonder, do they have to pay a fine to us, the tax payers?
You do not know me but I’m one of your 83.1 million (source: Statistisches Bundesamt Deutschland) employers but just to make this perfectly clear, I did never vote for your (not that the other option would have been any better). This morning I stumbled over a video of yours on Reuters channel. You where lecturing to an international audience about “feminism” . . . in German! What the fuck! You are doing this job for 16 years now and you never bothered to learn English? Your job requires you to interact and communicate with people from all over the planet and you still don’t speak the most spoken language on this planet? What the fuck is wrong with you? It is English, not rocket science. It’s fun and easy to learn, every teenager speaks it, it’s standard language on every airport (simply because it’s spoken everywhere), gamer speak it, regardless where they live, all of our neighbors speak it, just you don’t? It shows a ridiculous lack of respect as well as an absurd level of ignorance.
And as we talk about ignorance, don’t you think that you have more pressing matters to talk about right now than “feminism”? Our flood victims are STILL (8 weeks after the flood) without any help, no power, destroyed homes, no nothing and you have nothing better to do then to talk about feminism? What the fuck is wrong with you? Your job is to make sure these people are getting the really needed help ASAP but I bet you don’t even know what is going on there right now. You get paid anyway, regardless if you do your job or not. And that exactly is the problem with you politicians, you get paid in any case. Maybe you should have a look at our constitution. You can read, can you? There you can read “from the people, for the people”. Let me explain it to you, just to make sure you get it. We gave you the job, we pay you every month (way to much btw) and for that we expect that you make sure everything here in our country runs smooth and that everybody has a home, cloth, food, etc. And because we are quite fair employers you got plenty of co-workers to help you with your task and we pay a ton of taxes so you can get the job done. Yes, of course, talking about irrelevant stuff is fun and I really can understand why you prefer to do that, but that is not your fucking job. Thanks goddess you will finally retire this year. Let’s just hope we’ll chose smarter this time.
Ssshhhhh it’s me, Ami. My hooman is out for grocery and I’m using the chance to hop on her computer to get some dog stuff done, you know, like ordering toys and snacks at Amazon, stare at yummi bulldog boys (no I did not drool all over my hoomans keyboard thingy and broke it) and talk about something that really bothers my on my hoomans blog. Yes I know, it’s not nice to use her computer when she isn’t home and I really would like my own Mac Book but she told me, before that would happen we would either need to win the lottery or make a big inheritance from a yet unknown rich uncle from America or get a sponsorship from Apple. She also told me that neither of these things would ever happen. Pffft hoomans *rollseyes*, right?
Anyhow, I wanted to talk about something totally different. Now imagine the the following: you just rolled out of your bed and your hooman takes you out on your first walkie of the day. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and you walk towards your favorite patch of pasture (and believe me, in the city those are kind rare) for an early morning sniff and . . . what the fuck is that?! . . . someone did not clean up after their doggo again. That is not only gross, it also shows a major lack of respect and responsibility and it’s a health issue. Pawrents who refuse to clean us after their doggo should not have a doggo at all. Letting that stuff lay around in the scenery ruins it for everybody else. A lovely patch of pasture turns into a shit hole just because you are too lazy to do your job. And it’s not even hard, doesn’t take a minute. Pick it up and toss the bag into the next bin or take it home to put it in the bin there. Do not even think about throwing that bag into the hedge. That would be totally intolerable!
Cleaning up after your doggo is a matter of respect, respect for your own dog and yourself, respect for other dogs (they want to sniff through that patch of pasture too without stepping in other dogs shit) and respect for other people. Just do the right thing, even when nobody can see you and clean it up. And maybe you even think about getting the right bags. Don’t take those nasty plastic bags, go for bags made from corn starch. Yes, they cost a few cent more, but it’s the right thing to do.
Oh, I think my hooman is coming home. Do not tell her that I was here. I swear, if you do, I will have to chew up your favorite shoe! Be safe and have a pawesome day!