That’s the term I was told is used for portions of the North Shore Rugged Trail. The name is on target and a tad too polite.

One of my favourite places to walk and ski is along the North Shore Rugged Trail, a continuation of the Rotary Algonquin Regiment Fitness Trail as it crosses Salt Dock Road. On pretty much any given afternoon or weekend you will find the parking area full and people on the trail with their dogs off-leash.

That poop on Poop Alley is dog poop. I guess dog owners believe that what you can’t see doesn’t exist. And if you don’t look you certainly can’t see. In the winter it’s easy I suppose to convince yourself “well that’s not a problem it’s covered by snow”. And if the snow is deep enough the poop sort of just ‘sinks’ away out of sight; hot poop on cold snow, like a hot knife through butter. “I’d pick it up but I don’t know where it is.”

Well it’s all coming to the surface now with the melting of snow, and it’s pretty disgusting.

People, pick up the poop when your dog drops it. Or at least ‘flick it’ into the bush where it’s less likely to be seen and unlikely to be walked on. If necessary, ‘dig for it’. I can’t imagine taking a child for a walk along the trail this time of year without worrying about where they might walk.

Owning a dog is a privilege and a responsibility. The trail is not a toilet. It’s hard for the rest of us to enjoy the scenery when we need to keep our eyes pointed down to avoid stepping into ‘it’.

Update: I was asked why there was no photo with this post. People! There are some things you don’t want to see.