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Normally, once I point out an interesting arc, that's it. Readers follow it if they want to, or they don't, and I move on.
But today's Pooch Cafe cracked me up, so we're gonna talk about this arc some more. Sue me.
In case you think Paul Gilligan is just being silly, let me tell you that there is an apartment complex in town here that has one building where dogs are permitted. But I wouldn't exactly use the term "dog-friendly," because, yes, they require that you provide a DNA sample for your dog.
And they threaten that, if they find dog poop on the grounds, they will have it tested.
"It's one of the coolest things I've ever done as a property manager," said Debbie Logan, according to that article.
O Brave New World that has such landlords in it.
In the article, she also notes that reaction from dog owners has been positive. Well, sure, I guess. As I said earlier this week on the overall topic, responsible dog owners want the slob-owners to be held accountable, because they ratchet up the pressure on us.
And when that happens, you end up having to do really stupid things like providing your landlord with a DNA sample of your dog's doo-doo.
The people I knew who lived in this apartment complex were positive, all right. They were positive that the landlord was insane and they were also positive that, if they were sticking around the area any longer, they'd find a different place to live.
My own theory was that it's stupid to pay to have somebody actually analyze the stuff. You could just announce that you'd made a match. I mean, it seems from that article that she pretty much knows whose dog is not getting picked up after. A bluff is as good as a straight flush (no pun intended).
A number of years ago, the volunteer fire department where I lived had a problem with kids changing the letters around on their sign board so that, instead of safety tips and notices of upcoming events, it would spell out naughty messages. Funny once or twice, but not so funny when it became constant.
They pretty much knew who was doing it, but proving it was another matter.
I suggested setting up a videocam in the second floor window, but they explained that, the way the sign was set up, you couldn't actually see who was standing in front of it from that window.
"Do the kids know that?"
A few nights later, an assistant fire chief appeared at the door of a teenager's family and asked to speak with Tommy and his dad. He explained that they had this ongoing problem, but the kid denied all knowledge of who was doing it.
"Well, we set up a video camera in the second floor window, and I think you do know," the ass't chief said, pulling a black VHS cassette from his coat pocket.
At which point the kid folded completely and confessed and the problem ended, which was good because whatever was actually on that cassette had nothing to do with the sign or the kid.
So my theory is that you could make money selling Q-Tips and little Zip-Loc bags to apartment managers, and your only real cost would be printing "Double-Naught DNA Services" on the bags.
Meanwhile, you already have security cameras around the complex, right? Or is dog poop the only security issue you face?
Because, if it is, then testing poop might, indeed, be the coolest thing you're ever going to do as property manager.
Speaking of living "the glamorous life."
(My other philosophically-related dog security product is an anti-burglar kit that consists of half a dozen extra-large rubber dog poops and a bingo marker filled with glycerine. You scatter the rubber poop around your lawn and then mark your windows at about waist height with smears of synthetic dog nose-drool. I'm passing up millions of dollars by not actually marketing some of these things.)
And on a related topic:

FreeKibble.com is on my list of daily stops. The site was set up in 2008 by an 11-year-old girl who likes dogs and got some sponsors to help out.
So every day I answer her trivia question and the sponsors donate kibble to a shelter, rescue organization or food bank. And, yes, there is a companion site for cats. And they've furnished more than 8 million meals over the four years they've been around.
Which is pretty cool, but today's trivia question brought me up short.
I don't mind that an excited dog could, in the course of jumping around, hit the crank and lower or raise the window another 2 inches, but to work the crank on purpose?
Holy guacamole.
I've owned the occasional Houdini hound, but the notion that a dog could figure out how to actually manipulate the mechanism at all is more astounding to me than how quickly he can do it.
Never mind how many seconds. If he can open the window in the time it takes you to go into the store and buy a loaf of bread, you'd better upgrade to a car with electric windows.
And hide the spare key really, really, really well.
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