I was peaceably smoking my cigar this morning when I espied a big man with a big white dog, which he walked right into our yard to do its business. I occupied myself with trying to choose among several pithy remarks I might make, once I’d walked up to confront him, and was still glued to my chair with surprise when the man and his dog walked away.
At my age I have to choose my fistfights with care, and my judo skills are unforgivably rusty. But the real problem was that this demonstration of suburban rudeness left me speechless, and temporarily unable to get up.
I hope the dog only peed on Apt. No. 1’s day lilies.
The dog’s walker had behaved as if this was his regular procedure, allowing his dog to dump on someone else’s lawn.
People do perplex me, these days.