“It’s Lashing… I’m Thrilled” Mairead Farrell is Delighted to See the Rain Fall, for One Reason Only

It’s lashing rain in Dublin city as I tap this out... I’m thrilled!

I was even happier during the week when we had a little “flirty snow fall”.  I wasn’t sure if it was going to stick around but it didn’t.

I wasn’t happy that the traffic was brought to a standstill on the way home or that it took 15 minutes to heat up the car and thaw out the windscreen.

I was happy, because it meant all the stinky, disgusting, dog shit was going to be washed away from footpaths!

I like to go for a light run, (I don’t do it for health reasons - I do it to look good naked!). And instead of doing a standard five kilometre run, I end up doing about eight because of all the zig-zagging while avoiding piles of dog poo.

If the toxic poo gets into the grooves of your running shoes it will never never come out, unless you go at it with something like a lollipop stick. Anyone who knows me is aware that I have a very weak stomach. A bad smell alone will have me vomiting like a teenager on Junior Cert night! So the sight of shite on my shoe will send me running for the loo to puke.

To all dog owners out there, your dogs are gorgeous, I love them.

In fact I wish I could have my own, but that’s another story for another day. It’s not their fault, but they should be trained to go at home. However if an accident happens, or they need to go when they’re outside, fine, but it’s YOUR job to pick it up and it’s YOUR job to move it from the footpaths.

Don’t just drag the dog away quickly – stop and think of a busy mum who wheels her babies buggy through it then drags your dog’s crap through her home. Think of a wheelchair user who on a dark evening can’t see it and goes straight through it thus getting your dogs feces on their hands. And remember that most county councils will hand out a €150 euro fine if you’re caught.

Dogs are such beautiful little creatures that need lots of love, care and attention, and that includes cleaning up after them so please next time – scoop the poop.

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