"Nancy Young" > wrote in message
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>
> "Doug Kanter" > wrote
>
>> I wish I could use them, but I have a corner lot. Anything like that
>> would have to be 8 feet in from the curb to comply with the law. That
>> leaves 8 feet of open territory for the dog criminals and their filthy
>> vermin.
>
> I wish I could remember what was on a sign at the edge of someone's
> lawn ... it was funny. It was curb height, and whatever it said,
> obviously
> there was a 'turf war' so to speak, just as you describe.
>
> Blows my mind, you get a dog, you walk it on your own property,
> when did it become my problem. Jerks. Few times, this Weimeraner
> (sp) was all over my lawn, and right up to my front door! Excuse me!
> This guy was walking down the street, this was his idea of walking his
> dog. Crapped all over my lawn.
>
> Well, this guy is lucky I wasn't dressed for company, one day I was
> looking out the side door, someone had left the gate open, the dog
> was IN MY YARD. Two steps out the door, I would have shut the
> gate and trapped the dog, mrwalkshisdogonotherpeoplesgrass would
> have had to come get it. And hear it from me. And get THE LOOK.
>
> I just thought of a funny story, this guy I worked with was extremely
> heated under the collar about this subject. You did *not* want to
> mess with his kids. One day his little daughter picked up a dog turd
> from his lawn. Actual heat came off him telling me the story, he was
> infuriated.
>
> Now, I'm sorry to say this, I did have a picture of my dog ... well, we
> called it 'AG has a cramp in her leg' (laugh), she had assumed the
> position. Ron snapped a picture. I brought it in and, with a yellow
> postit, I cut it into a shape (you know, like no smoking, whatever)
> and stuck it on and left it on his desk.
>
> Everyone thought it was hilarious. Mr. ****ed Off was still too mad
> the next day to even crack a smile. No pun intended.
>
> nancy
>
>

Glad to hear I'm not the only one who gets up in arms about this. I've done
a few interesting things in the past. Had a stray dog that crapped all over
the yard. Spoke (nicely) to the owner, but just once, which is my limit. She
said "Oh...my dog doesn't get off the property". I explained that I followed
it to her house. It didn't work. Later, I noticed a lovely yellow Corvette
parked there, which turned out to be her son's, who had moved back in with
mommy. Next time the dog visited my yard, I returned it to her house. Or, to
her son's car, to be precise. Jammed it down into the vent intakes by the
windshield, and into the driver's side door handle.

Never saw the dog again.