A couple of years ago, I posted a piece about the new
welcome mat – puddles of urine compliments of entitled dogs and their owners. The situation has worsened at least where I
live on the Upper East Side, aka Silk Stocking District. Heh.
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Something about high rent, condo, and maintenance fees just
don’t seem to mesh with dried pee stains. In fact, it shouldn’t be the case in
any part of the city.
“Try telling that to a dog with a broken leg,” explained a
neighbor
whose dog left his mark two steps out of the front door.
I suggested that she carry a small bottle of
water and do a quick rinse. “How am I supposed to carry that?” Hmm, she seems
to manage when she takes a run in the park with her dog when his leg is fine.
Can you imagine coming home on a warm summer’s evening and
being greeted with that putrid smell of dried urine? It’s dreadful, much like some subway stations.
“They should rinse the sidewalk down a few times a day,”
another neighbor said as she nodded her head toward a doorman. Really?
Not even a
Lady of Downton Abbey would
display such disregard for another human being.
Sorry about the pissy air of the first post of 2015, but it
is apropos to the subject. What do you think?
