What’s wrong with just picking up the poo?
Our columnist with his unique view of Ashford life
They were doing it in Poole in 2010. New York’s do-gooders, too, have apparently found it to be the basis for a fun day out. It seems not to have worked in either of those places (or any other) so it probably won’t work here. I am, of course referring to the incomprehensibly absurd practice of seeking out dog excrement and spray-painting it in pretty colours. The thinking behind this is, apparently, to shame owners of offending dogs into clearing up their animals’ messes themselves. I would have thought, senile geriatric that I am, that actually removing the stuff would have, in the long run, a more beneficial effect. It may be less fun but perhaps the joy element could be restored by spraying each newly-cleansed site and furnishing it with a small flag bearing a legend such as ‘Fido pooped here and the beast’s antisocial and unfit owner left it for someone else to clean up’. In general, I don’t like dogs. That is not to say that I actively dislike them, I just don’t care for them – apart from those that have a real purpose. We can all see the nearmiracles performed by guide dogs on behalf of their blind or otherwise incapacitated owners. But, sadly, we see too many dogs used merely as emotional props or status-symbols. Dogs have this in common with humans; if they are not kept busy, they tend to grow bored, fat and lazy. This edition of the KE will be on the streets on Referendum Day. At last the lies, counter-lies, statistics (fake or real) fears, imaginings, threats and promises should come to an end. Many of our ‘honourable’ politicians have shown degrees of mendacity and hypocrisy to surpass the imaginations of their wildest critics. Sadly, the real matter is unlikely to end with the declared result, Whether in or out, there will be endless recriminations and ‘toldyou-so’ statements, not least from the populist news media. Toward the end of last week, the ‘In’ campaigners had a small stand in the Upper High Street. In passing, I made a light-hearted remark to Mrs. B. Suddenly, a small, moustachioed man whirled about and began to hurl abuse at me for expressing a view apparently contrary to his own. Although the chap was, himself, discountable, I suddenly had the feeling that I could begin to understand how civil wars begin.
‘Too many dogs used merely as emotional props or status-symbols’