Day 5: The Anti Dog Shit Campaign
posted by August 27 at 15:48 PMon
Last week a resident of Belltown sent an email to email@example.com asking me to do something about the mountains of dog shit stinking up the sidewalks in his neighborhood. He suggested I come up with an innovative anti-dog shit campaign that would shame people into cleaning up after their pooches.
I didn’t have to walk very far in Belltown before I found my first pile of shit (on Broad Street and 1st). I used a twig to slide the shit on to one of my posters, and left it there on the ground to shame Belltown’s dog owners.
I found more dog poop on Wall Street and 1st next to a tree.
But I only found about 5 piles of dog shit total after walking from Wall Street to Stewart Street (about 10 blocks). That averages out to 1 pile of dog shit for every two blocks. Is that excessive? I don’t know. Perhaps the streets had been cleaned recently? Regardless, the person that wrote spends more time in Belltown than I do, and if there’s a dog poop problem he would know better than I. So I continued with my anti-dog poop campaign.
I wrote out some pleasant letters and slipped them under their windshield wipers to remind Belltown residents to clean up after their dogs.
I placed flyers on all the cars I could because I didn’t want anyone to feel like they were soley responsible for Belltown’s dog shit problem. Touching other people’s cars felt vaguely criminal and my hands were trembling by the time I reached the end of the first block. I also hung flyers on light poles in Belltown….
And I taped one to the snout of a pig on parade.
I noticed some people walking dogs and followed them with my camera, hoping to document some bad behavior and stage an anti-poop intervention. One woman’s dog peed on every bush in the neighborhood but alas, her dog did not poop. Another woman looked like she was going to leave her dog’s poop on the ground but she picked it up with a plastic bag.
As a matter of fact not a single dog walker let their dog’s poop on the street while I was observing. I’m not sure if this was because the dog walkers noticed that I wasn’t actually taking pictures of the Space Needle. Despite my conspicuous behavior no one stopped to talk to me except for a homeless man who scared the shit out of me when he stuck his head out from behind a pole I was flyering. He ended up lecturing me about Sudan and I nodded my head with a mixture of fear and respect.