I had a fabulous Saturday morning walking with my 2 1/2-year-old daughter on Sandy Beach. The skies were blue and clear and the scenery was gorgeous. A great morning until I realized that I had just stepped in one of the many piles of dog feces that had proliferated on the beach. I had just begun to pick the doo-doo out of my boot with a stick when my daughter disappeared under a heap of wet black lab. The dog was playful and meant no harm, but he did manage to knock her into the sand and leave her with wet dog slime all over her clothes.
Now I like dogs and know that they need to get out and do what dogs do - run and jump and splash around in the water. But it's become impossible to walk on Sandy Beach without worrying about stepping in a nasty brown land mine or being maurauded by an untrained giant. So come on, dog owners. Show some common decency and clean up after your pets. And if your dog just can't resist the urge to jump on strangers, put him on a leash until he's properly trained.