Now I see these all over town…
I must say it’s a very good start. Trouble is the French seem to have no idea what they’re for. I’d volunteer to offer a class on how to use a plastic bag to pick up doggy doo but I’m too busy scraping it off my shoes…
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I don’t think I’ve ever stepped in so much “dejections canines” as I have when in France. Glad they’re getting their shit together.
I am going to find a way to use the phrase “déjections canines” in normal conversation today. Everything icky sounds like a euphemism when it’s en français.
Bobbi,
This is a sign, you need to get yourself a dog. Nothing against your profession but they are the best therapy in the world and will help you meet lots of people.
Now, what breed will look good with you? A Saluki may be nice and they come in lovely shades of grey that would suit your hair colour.
I love the lady who lets her dog wee on my steps every single morning– even if I have opened the door to walk the girls to school. She doesn’t even look up with an apologetic smile. MUST learn to speak french properly as soon as possible!!! In the meantime, I’m thinking standing there with the water hose might be a deterrent.
FIRST SIGN OF SPRING HERE IN ST.JOHN’S IS NOT THE ROBINS, NO SIR, IT’S THE APPEARANCE OF ALL THAT DOGGIE DOO.
Isn’t it the reappearance?
Aha, have learned a new French noun today: dejections …where oh where to use it …
The comments are priceless too.
I’m guessing the locals find those big green boxes an eyesore. “Look at what’s been put here! It’s blocking my view.” (roll of the eyes)
Unlike here, if you get caught walking around my neighborhood without your poop-bag you become an outcast. Your only chance at redemption being if you wait and ask other dog walkers passing you by if they have an extra bag.
Dog poop remains one of my lasting memories of France. Bonne chance!
Now, now. There are great strides being made in Paris. The country, well, even my Canadian cousin thinks it’s okay if they poop in the bushes.