Hunglish.orgThe title pretty much says it all. Just be careful on the sidewalks of Budapest, especially in wintertime.
Written by Scott Savoie
The dog must have left it on the sidewalk on Rosza utca in the seventh district of Budapest at around 5:30 or 6 a.m., I’d imagine.
Judging by the feces’ shape and mass and from what I know of the breed, I think it may have been left by a Shitzsu.
It just sat there for a couple of hours, lying low, getting covered in snow.
Maybe it got kicked once or twice lying there on the sidewalk, but mostly it was intact.
On the outside, the shitballs may have frozen but inside they remained steamy and warm.
Collecting snow.
Until approximately 7:37 a.m. when I came frolickling through it.
Oh, the Humanity! Oh, the Canineity!What camoflage! What subterfuge!
How was I to know there was a stool sample under all that snow?
It makes me want to hit them in the face with a rolled-up newspaper and hold their nose to the sullied snow, screaming „Look what you did! Look what you did!!!”
(I would like to do this to the dog owners, of course – not the dogs.)
Hungarians say that stepping in dog poo is good luck; if that’s true, I should go buy a Lotto ticket. Today must be my lucky day.