Copyrights reserved by the author. If you are in doubt, please click on 'Copyrights' and read the details.Ya, ever wonder why? By J. G. Fabiano
Walking through my yard in an attempt to pick up most of the excrement I found hidden in my lawn doing its best to kill the grass I've worked hard to grow over the past decade I noticed the size of the poop was getting smaller. Knowing most of the dogs of my neighborhood were the size of small Volkswagens I was happy to discover my neighbors were taking care of their dogs. But, I then wondered where the tiny poops were coming from. Looking around my neighborhood I noticed a small brown furry animal climbing up one of my trees in order to kill a family of baby birds I had been enjoying over the past few weeks. I then watched as another black and white furry thing was scurrying into my garden in order to leave a present that was sure to kill the baby beans I had just planted. My eyes were then drawn to the corner of my neighbor's yard where a striped furry thing was scratching its way through the lawn so its poop could get to the root of the lawn as quick as possible. Ya, ever wonder why dog owners have to leash their animals in order to walk them through the neighborhoods to do what they have to do. They also have to carry little plastic bags in order to bring back to their home a product they took their dogs away from in order to have their dogs not place their belongings in their own yard. I wonder if these same people simply throw their dog's waste product in their own back yards. Yet, cat owners do not have to do any of these things. They simply let their cats out of their house to run through the neighborhood placing their nitrogenous waste in any and every part of the locality. While they wait for this material to brew they kill a few birds or scratch up a few flower or garden plots in order to pass the time. Leaning against my shovel that now has the primary task of picking up dung I started to wonder about other things in my life that made little sense. As I noticed a piece of waste that now found its way between my toes a neighbor walking his dog called me over to start a conversation. Since I didn't want this new part of me to dry and become part of my living room carpet I hoped our talk would be a short one. He asked, 'Ya ever wonder why our town is always crying poor mouth when all they have to do is charge a small surcharge to the tourists in order to finance expenses that are accrued by the town because of what they leave behind." Since I just received the same tax bill he received I clearly understood where this conversation came from. I told him I didn't know but then wondered why a town that lived off the tourist trade did not do this. Later on that evening I read about towns that charged a $5.00 surcharge to everyone who stayed in a motel or campground in order to pay for the additional sanitation and police protection needed because of the increase in population. I also read a story about a town that had its restaurants charge an additional $1.00 charge to take care of these same expenses. I assume the businesses would object to these charges because they thought they might discourage people from visiting. Since I clearly understand I live in one of the most beautiful places on Earth I don't think this would be a problem. The conversation I had with my neighbor made me think of many instances where I wondered if anyone else in my world wondered why. For the past few weeks I read our government's economic reports that state the nation's inflation is under control. I wondered if these same people making the reports ever shopped in a grocery store or if they ever filled their own tank with gasoline. Since a gallon of milk now is more expensive than a gallon of gas that is more expensive than the amount of money I am allowed for lunch I think the concept of run-a-way inflation is a problem. Sure the price of diamonds and houses have dropped substantially but the every day guy who is concerned about the amount of cat dung found in his yard is concerned his pay check can no longer cover necessary expenses like mortgages and food. I also started to wonder why I had to mow my lawn every week. I mean short grass and long grass still have the same color. Why did I have to change my socks every day? The only person who would know would be me or my wife. Underwear was a bit different because I would definitely know. Why did one have to shave everyday? Was there some sort of law that stated hair on the face was not in style. Why did I have to watch the news every night because what they report is always bad? They tell us different people would do different things but we all know this is not true. In fact, why couldn't I sleep during the day instead of at night? I wouldn't have to worry about getting cancer from the sun and the concept of traffic would simply not exist. The following week I found myself picking up some new loads of debris using the same shovel I have used for the past decade. I again found myself wondering why things were the way they were. All of a sudden I came to an epiphany caused by an unleashed dog chasing a cat across my lawn. Ya ever wonder why I thought; why not. The End.
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