Showing posts with label dog poop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog poop. Show all posts
The rich didn't get that way by picking up other people's dog crap, but they will go to the ludicrous trouble of tapping angry notes to the bags -- you can't make this stuff up!
The pictured bag of pooch poo was found In the lane on the North side of 16th, just in the first block East of Arbutus -- looking West you are looking at the doomed Ridge theatre -- this is on the North edge of Shaughnessy, a walled, and hedged reservation for the wealthy. But the rich can't colour inside the lines any better than three-year-old children, so the money seriously bleeds into the surrounding neighbourhoods, like this one. A good number of the homes in the immediate vicinity of this "doggy bag" are officially marked as heritage homes. Normally such a designation seriously limits what a homeowner can do in the way of renovations, but it hasn't stopped these rich residents from radically remodeling to pack in as much desirable skyighting and glass as possible. Seems an idyllic lifestyle, but apparently it has it's crappy moments. Click the image to enlarge it.
More from the apartment building on Birch Street (and 11th?), who's crazily slapped-together dumpster enclosure was top featured in the Fortress dumpster post. That was just the back of the building. In the front, it's all about dog owners. I've never talked to this building's manager, but I'd like too. Something suggests that this person might not be any fonder of binners, than dog owners. That's okay. Their art speaks for itself. Click on the images to enlarge them.
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