The dog days are coming

I have three dog stories from today

1. I was walking to yoga and I saw a middle-aged man walking his dog and carrying a hand full of dry-cleaning on the hanger. At the crosswalk, the dog just sort of crouched a little bit and let out just a golfball sized amount of poo. The light changed and the man started to walk. I was walking towards them, and I believe that it really isn't cool to leave dog poop on the sidewalk, especially not the sidewalk on my commute.

So when we met halfway across the street I said, "Your dog just shit on the sidewalk back there."
It was a little bold of my. I considered just letting it go. He was all clean with clean laundry and no free hand and I thought thats why he didn't pick it up. But, really, are those excuses? No.

He said, "Not my dog."
I said, "I just saw her squat down."
Then he looked back and said, "Oh."
Then he went back and picked up the poo. That was cool of him.

The dog had done a little sneaky poo job. In retrospect, I sort of wonder if that man had trained his dog to sneak poo so he could legitimately pretend he didn't know. But he was so cool about picking it up that I suspect this is not the case.

2. I was at the park and I saw a man on a bicycle carrying a bag on his back and in that bag was a dog. He stopped, got off the bike, took off the bag, and the dog just got out and ran around. It looked a little stiff.

3. I saw a man walking a cat that looked just like Pook, on a harness. What!