Memo to inner child: it's time to grow up
Saturday will be the one-year anniversary of the day that I brought Strummer home.
So I now know what winter is like with a dog. For the most part it's pretty excellent. Snow seems to bring out the puppy (or the child) in all of us.
Unfortunately, while the child in many of us is full of unbridled glee, some of our inner children can be pretty irresponsible. That must explain why there is so much more dog poop that is left un-picked-up in the winter. Dog owners in Boston and Brookline have observed this past winter that responsibility has been lax among their peers. Now it's spring and, in Somerville, we're finally getting the memo: even people who don't have dogs are venturing out into our streets, sidewalks and other public places, and who can blame them for not appreciating what winter has left behind?
Dog poop is bad enough for dog owners. Our dogs can contract really gnarly parasites from poop. Even if your dog doesn't eat poop, some poop-borne parasites can enter your dog's blood-stream through the skin of his pads. I shit you not. And if he fetches a tennis ball that rolled in poop, its as good as if he ate it (the parasite-ridden poop, not the tennis-ball).
On the eve of the first-ever community meeting to discuss options for off-leash recreation in Someville, I beg you please to set a good example and pick-up after your dog. Pick up after other people's dogs while your at it. And for dogs' sake, carry an extra baggie for the bagless.

I was talking to another dog owner yesterday about the article in this week's Journal about the hypodermic needles that Alderman Provost has been finding in her neighborhood and around the city ("