Although I shouldn't be, I'm frequently amused to read a blog post
on a on topic I'd been mulling over earlier in the day.
Take Sian's post yesterday on respect and kindness;
not an hour before reading it, I'd been in the park with the pooch, braving the cold and heavy fog.
There I was, well wrapped up, plugged into my iPod Nano
(and trying to remember to not sing out loud),
exchanging pleasantries with the few other dog walkers visible
and watching for my pooch to poo.
And a random thought popped into my head
(random, but one that's appeared on previous occasions);
"Why don't dog walkers just pick up all the dog poo they see?"
It would be a win-win situation.
Most dog walkers will almost always have a poo bag about their person at any given time.
The park stays clean for everyone to use and non dog walkers would stop moaning about the poop they see in the parks.
From that thought, it was easy to muse on other kind acts and realise that I do many without even realising they could be classed as a kind act.
Like putting my friend's recycling bins back if I know he is away.
Like stopping to my chat to my elderly neighbour even though I'm late on the school run.
So that's my new mission ... to pick up dog poo, one bag at a time.