I live by Kelsey Creek Park – and am daily dismayed to see piles of unscooped dog poop. Some dog owners must consider themselves too important to stoop over and scoop up poop. For shame. This morning after picking up three piles, I felt compelled to write a poem.

Here?s to the people who walk their dogs – into the park, after dark:

So pleased that they won’t have to stoop and scoop –

Their excuse – “In the darkness I can?t see the poop.”

They don’t give a darn about toddlers and mothers

Who step in that poop on the next sunny day.

For to them every park is their own public toilet –

No matter that poop everywhere will just spoil it.

“I’m special, scoop poop? Not me, No way!”

We’ve photos of drivers who run through red lights,

And cameras watch us in 7-Elevens.

But no one is watching the walkers of dogs

To confront them and say, “Pick up those brown logs!”

Here’s to the people who walk their dogs – with no intention of picking up poop:

Our wish for you (if you get to Heaven)

Is a house with a yard, and some dogs –

at least seven.

They will poop in YOUR grass –

at least two times a day.

You will plead: “I need Mutt Mitts!”

God will answer, “No way!”

Jeri Albertini, Bellevue