Last night at 6pm, just after dark, I was showing my Clarence House condo to someone I hadn't met before. The carpets had just been cleaned a couple of days ago. In walks the handsome couple and the lady's shoe is caked in dog poop. Somehow she managed to step in this on the brief journey from her car to the condo. She didn't notice it in the entry, in the elevator, or in the hallway. But once she stepped onto the pale beige carpet, and started leaving footprints, it was pretty obvious.
She removed her shoes and put them in the hallway but it was hard for her to focus after that. She was embarrased and kept bringing up her poopy footprints on the carpet. I told her not to worry, I'd take care of it, it wasn't too bad. But I don't think she ever recovered enough to really appreciate the spacious condo and it's wonderful views. Poop can be a bit of a distraction.
So thank you, mystery James Bay dog owner, for leaving your dog's poop in the open for someone to step in. You may have cost me a sale. I don't have a dog specifically because I don't want to pick up poop. Even a litter box for cats is too much for me - my next cat is going to learn to use the toilet. If you can't pick up your dog poop, don't have a dog.
