There's a Novel in There Somewhere

This morning I took Emily to the dog park; to get there we go over a footbridge across the Muni and some roads. As we were walking down the ramp on the other side about 40 feet up, E caught wind or sight of something at ground level and paused to look down. So I looked down to see what had attracted her attention. What I saw was a motherly or grandmotherly woman in a blue sweatshirt and jeans, walking two dogs (off leash). The woman was carefully collecting the feces in a plastic bag and giving the dogs treats when they'd done their job. But then she carefully tied off the bag, bundled it into a roughly spherical shape, and then, just as carefully, placed the bag under the windshield wiper of a big tan SUV. Then, with the pleasant affect of someone who has taken care of business, she whistled for the dogs and went off down the street.

I wonder what's up with that?

Anne Rice was a Piker

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