the whore dog named gretchen

I mentioned Gretchen earlier tonight. She and her idiot owner(s) live in #119 (or maybe #103, because I don’t really know which way the numbers run in my building). I hadn’t ever really seen the owner(s) until tonight and now things kind of make sense… but I digress.

Gretchen doesn’t get walked. She gets kicked off the deck until she shits all over and then she can come back inside. Fortunately, she’s a little dog, so the shit is usually little. But it’s not little enough for me not to step in it.

The rest of us make the trek outside multiple times a day, often in our pajamas, waiting for our fat dogs to shit massive piles of steaming feces. And then we pick up these steaming piles with a cute little baggie (mine are pink) and throw it away. But what happens?

We all get nasty letters sent to us from the front office saying those of us with dogs need to clean up after our dogs. I must have missed the line that excludes Gretchen and her lazy owner(s) and makes it a-okay for tiny dog shit to start building up right outside my deck.

I shall use these pictures as evidence! You never know when this might go all the way to a court of law!

You’ll notice there’s no leash or owner in sight.
Gretchen is small and quick. This is the best I could do.
I’m not really going to tell anyone or report Gretchen on the loose or anything like that. I’m not that big of an asshole. I just like to bitch.

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