Now that I’ve got your attention, be warned: This post is about dog poop – yep! You know the adage that women in public restrooms only wash their hands if there is another woman in there, presumably taking note of personal hygiene behavior. I think that’s urban myth, myself. Well, I have another one for you – I think dog owners only pick up poop if there is an audience. I am tempted, when walking Savannah along the winding driveway of our complex, to leave her poop where it plops. It’s never on the sidewalk, only on the pine straw or in the brush. And no one would know. I am aware, however, that I am very dramatic with the green plastic poop bag when a car is passing or people are walking by. I wave it madly to make sure everyone sees that I’m being a good citizen and neighbor and picking up poop. Actually, my rule is: If I can reach it, I pick it up. If I have to crawl through the undergrowth on Savannah’s level, I let it mature into manure. I’d love to live in a complex where they take swabs to identify each resident dog’s DNA, test unwanted gifts and publish owners’ names on a wall of shame. That would clean up our complex in a hurry. Not that the little face below does anything like poop.