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New York's Poop Scoop Law: Dogs, the Dirt, and Due Process (New Directions in the Human-Animal Bond) Hardcover – August 1, 2008
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There was the usual bureaucratic gridlock: Koch inherited the problem from Beame, who inherited it from Lindsay, a waffler on canine concerns, according to Brandow, whose known pet affiliations were minimal. Tin-eared functionaries, too: You got five cats? And a dog? one city official asked a woman at a hearing. Christ. What you need is a good man. Then you had your community activists Max Schnapp, of POPA (Pet Owners Protective Association), a labor organizer and the owner of two Great Danes (Tiger and Sampson), a pet crow (Mitzvah), three rabbits (Pinkie, Dutchie, unnamed), a white mouse (Piggy), a baby squirrel (Elmer Wiggley), a gerbil, and half a dozen alley cats (Mau Mau, Nebisch, Sister, Freddy the Freeloader, Monty Wooley), vs. Fran Lee, the founder of Children Before Dogs grinding out their small-bore issues on the grand stage. It was an amazing time, Beck, who was the director of the Bureau of Animal Affairs for the city from 1975 to 1980, recalled. I was actually caught in the crossfire when dog feces were being thrown back and forth. (Gross but true: Lee, at a public debate, got smacked in the head by a loaded baggie.) --New Yorker "Talk of the Town" July 28, 2008
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After all, that is why I picked up (oh, why did I choose that phrase!) this book in the first place: The subject intrigues me no end. By the subject I do not mean the gross matter at the heart of it all, but the phenomenon I witness every day when I go out for my own daily constitutional (sans leash, i.e., sans dog, as I have no animal companion). I don't know where I'd been the entire rest of my life, but it is only in the last few years that I have begun to take note of and marvel at the bizarre ritual I encounter several times on each walk, namely, human beings (of all walks of life, as we say) stooping down to scoop poop.
This brief gesture can be cognized (by me, anyway) in so many ways. First, perhaps, is simple astonishment. Second is utter revulsion. Third is hilarity. It is probably best to stick with the last, as dwelling too much on the two others is unpleasant and unprofitable. I mean, who could make this up? To see, for example, not only some shlumpy man bending down to do the dirty deed, but also a perfectly lovely and well-attired lady doing so ... in full public view ...Read more ›