Paris – no matter how beautiful – is just full of shit. Dog shit, that is. I stepped on one this morning and had to go back to the apartment to change shoes!
“Did you step on it with the left foot?” asked my boyfriend.
“Yep.”
“Then it’s lucky…”
Hmmm…I thought I got a little bit unlucky because it’s Friday the 13th today. I just can’t grasp the idea of stepping on dog shit as lucky.
And why on earth do people not pick up after their own pets? In California, there is a park to walk the dogs with plastic bags for scooping up dog poop. It’s really disgusting here.
But anyway, I guess Friday the 13th is considered lucky for some – after all, the French National Lottery always holds a special super jackpot draw during such days. I try to stay positive and optimistic as always since I want to attract only good vibes. Even if shit happens today, well – it happened and moving on is the best thing to do. After all, tomorrow is another day.
hahahaha! welcome to the city of poop!Paris!
Dito sa monaco, if iniiwan ang popo sa kalsada, any body can tell off the owner. Kaya bago pa man mag au revoir, nadampot na ni may ari ang popo ng aso niya.
Reminds me of the my employers dog.I do it everyday, with a plastic provided by the cityhall.
Lagyan mo plastic wrap shoes mo everyday, hehehe