Guv’nor Vs Cleaner

The Internal Culture War Of Walking My Dog

This morning as I walked my Chihuahua, Flynn, he circled a large cedar, squatted into position and with blissful reckless abandon, took a satisfying crap on a patch of grass. As he did so, I noticed fewer than six inches away, a stone-cold pile of feces, deposited by a neighboring dog. Thus, began Brainy:

I dutifully but begrudgingly bagged up the poop a…