What do you do about dog doo?

It’s hot, fresh, and waiting for you to pick it up. And I don’t mean Krispy Kreme donuts. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s dog poo that’s waiting for you!

According to Newsday.com, one town in Long Island is doing something about its dog doo …

In an effort to curb harmful runoff from animal waste, Babylon town officials will hand out free pooper scoopers to residents today at the West Babylon Animal Shelter.

I think it’s great the animal shelter is trying to help out the community it serves, but I’d think people can handle picking up a little dog dropping on their own. Geez! If you own a dog, you’re no stranger to smelly turds that fall out of your dog 3-6 times a day. Why on Earth do people need a scooper? Just grab a plastic grocery bag and grab it up with gusto! Haha Well, just pick it up and dispose of it in the trash.

I’d prefer Babylon’s animal shelter focus on saving dogs and placing them in needy homes than catering to a bunch of lazy people.

So, I'd like to know from you: What do you do about dog doo? Do you pick it up with no problem? Or would you like to get one of those snazzy pooper scoopers? Share your views in the comments section. Thanks!

Whoa is me ...

Ah! The joys of puppy parenthood…

Roxie has been a part of my life for more than a year and I’ve seen it all, including waking my husband and I up at 3 a.m. with her newborn whimpers, the biting of our heels because that’s what puppies do, the loose stool after changing her dog food brand too many times, and the chunks of puppy vomit that appears on the floor after she’s tried to eat something she should have.

So why am I so freaked out by own vomit and feces?

This past weekend, I got the horrendous stomach virus that’s been making it’s way up each and every city block in my neighborhood. I can’t tell you how many people I know were knocked down by this nasty illness. It was my turn and I didn’t know it, until I spent 7 hours at work at my new job in Long Island. Geez!

I sat in the company’s bathroom stall for so long that I heard someone whisper in the hallway “psst! There’s a lady sleeping in one of the stalls! Who is it?!” I had just started my job and didn’t want to become a hot topic of discussion so I mustered up the energy to drag myself to my car and start the one-hour commute home. Talk about torture!

I made it home only to start the vomiting and diarrhea all over again. I was so sick that my bathroom looked like a crime scene. Arggh! The sight of it all freaked me out and also made me vomit some more.

So know that I’m nearly recovered, I’m wondering, “how come I can pick up my dog’s hot, steamy poop off a sidewalk in the rain, but I can’t handle my own bodily fluids?”