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Ewww, that's just gross!

Every morning on my way to work, I pass by a dog park.  Within the area itself, everyone is very active with running, walking, and chatting with other dog owners as their pups played...just their way of beginning their day.  Flash forward to three/four hours later, and the dog park is transformed to a kiddie playground.  Not big kids, but babies and toddlers.  Am I the only one grossed out about this?

Just this weekend, I wanted to rant as to why I should not have to pick up doggie poo (I do not own a dog for this very reason), and here in front of me are two worlds colliding.  I wonder if the stay at homes moms, nannies and au pairs know of the transformation.  Is that even sanitary?  I'd like to see the area's hand foot and mouth disease statistics, I hope they aren't staggering.  Is the community as a whole okay with this?  Why not build a playground area for the kids?  Of course I'm disturbed, because I know that not all of the owners clean up after their dog, and here is Little Suzy trudging through remnants of poo and pee.  Gross on all levels, and I gagged all the way to work thinking about it.  Obviously still disturbing 12 hrs later.

As usual I have solutions:  1) Hire poo collectors.  2) Build a nice play area for the kids.  The only patch of grass I deem safe is the one that belongs to me.  Public property is like taking a community shower with no shower shoes, and again...gross on all levels.

***UPDATE***
So, I drove by today carefully investigating, and low and behold there was a small playground!  With a sign that said, NO PETS ALLOWED IN PLAYGROUND!  Which still confuses me because I had seen a family outside the playground area in the poo/pee grass...playing bean bag toss.  Maybe they are just building the kiddies immune systems, but hey at least there is a warning :)

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