04-10-2018, 06:52 AM
for going on 18 years, I've gotten up at 4am and taken my dogs for walks. I switch between hiking up in the hills of Debs Park and going out to the radio tower.
About two years ago the pleasure of these morning walks was interrupted when I found the dogs chowing down at a big pile of chicken left by the side of the trail. It was in secluded spot off the trail by our radio tower. I immediately thought of this older couple who used to bring pastries and dump them over the chain link fence and into the radio grounds property. It was a nuisance because most of the pastries or tortillas or whatever was on the menu that day would end up at the base of the fence and investigative dogs could easily find it. Ad of course eat it.
But that couple was easily found. I would see them on the walks carrying their little paper bag. But somebody else saw them and complained to the couple. Angry words were spoken and they stopped.
My first thought when I found the new pile was that it was this same couple. But I never saw them dumping. And the piles of food kept increasing in size. And they started dumping donuts and pastries with the chicken as well. I swear, one day they must have dumped twenty pounds of donuts and chicken.
I stopped for a while because I got tired of picking it up. I just had to drag the dogs further along the trail before I could release them.
but one morning, there must have been a big pile because the dogs smelled it and made a bee line for the pile. I must have spent twenty minutes chasing the beasts to separate them from the chicken. The dogs spent the next several days pooping white pellets they had eaten so much bone matter.
I returned to the job of scraping up the chicken in the morning. It really puts a damper on the day. But it beats dragging the dogs out of the bushes.
Until today. When I left for the morning walk, I spotted a big plastic bag in the middle of my lawn. It was full of rotting chicken.
Now, I just went through all my messages on Nextdoor which talked about the chicken dumping. It seems one of my neighbors talked to the chicken dumpers guys about 8 months. Or at least they thought that was them. But that was the last message.
So, I have some neighbors sending me a message I guess. Stay tuned.
About two years ago the pleasure of these morning walks was interrupted when I found the dogs chowing down at a big pile of chicken left by the side of the trail. It was in secluded spot off the trail by our radio tower. I immediately thought of this older couple who used to bring pastries and dump them over the chain link fence and into the radio grounds property. It was a nuisance because most of the pastries or tortillas or whatever was on the menu that day would end up at the base of the fence and investigative dogs could easily find it. Ad of course eat it.
But that couple was easily found. I would see them on the walks carrying their little paper bag. But somebody else saw them and complained to the couple. Angry words were spoken and they stopped.
My first thought when I found the new pile was that it was this same couple. But I never saw them dumping. And the piles of food kept increasing in size. And they started dumping donuts and pastries with the chicken as well. I swear, one day they must have dumped twenty pounds of donuts and chicken.
I stopped for a while because I got tired of picking it up. I just had to drag the dogs further along the trail before I could release them.
but one morning, there must have been a big pile because the dogs smelled it and made a bee line for the pile. I must have spent twenty minutes chasing the beasts to separate them from the chicken. The dogs spent the next several days pooping white pellets they had eaten so much bone matter.
I returned to the job of scraping up the chicken in the morning. It really puts a damper on the day. But it beats dragging the dogs out of the bushes.
Until today. When I left for the morning walk, I spotted a big plastic bag in the middle of my lawn. It was full of rotting chicken.
Now, I just went through all my messages on Nextdoor which talked about the chicken dumping. It seems one of my neighbors talked to the chicken dumpers guys about 8 months. Or at least they thought that was them. But that was the last message.
So, I have some neighbors sending me a message I guess. Stay tuned.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm
