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The Big Dig

Detective Gatsby is on it, again. Readers of this space, you know very well, that something ‘a-fowl’ has been going on in our community. Long ago, the Great Gatsby uncovered many a capon caper, finding bones, breasts, thighs, and wings, scattered and strewn about on our daily constitutionals. Sometimes, with his mighty schnoz, he would locate bbq sauce or ketchup, even fries to accompany his hidden haul. If you are new here, please stay, have a little nosh (something to eat), enjoy yourself proceed with caution. The paltry poultry that has been uncovered is not for the faint of heart.

I know I smell chicken. I know it. It’s in the air. I will find you…

Courageous as all-get-out, secure in his forensic anthropology degree, and led by his hunger for justice and all things edible, even the most disgusting and vile things you can imagine while walking outdoors, G has been sinking his teeth happily habitually into brand new evidence. He now knows why all of the chicks want so desperately to cross the road nirvana and why the caged birds sing tweet.

As you can see, G has been participating in The Big Dig, only to uncover glass, bottle caps, material, empty bags of chips, plastic straws, and yes, chicken bones. Oy, my yard… don’t get me started…

Apparently, right in our own backyard, there has been a major unearthing of evidence. It is all beginning to make sense. The dirt is there yes, that is our mess of a yard from our four-legged boychick (little sweet boy). While uncovering the cadavers of said cockerels is his favorite pastime, G has realized the problem is bigger than (cooked) birds and their petty parts. While focussing primarily on pullet and cock-a-doodle-doo, even Gatsby realizes the real tsuris (trouble) in town is L-I-T-T-E-R.

Some findings… pretty disgusting of us

Philadelphia, in many ways, is and has been ‘Philth-adelphia’. Clean, they are not. Untidiness is all too often a way of life by too many who have seemingly bypassed trash cans mothers and Kindergarten lessons, leaving a trail of drek (trash, detritus), Hansel and Gretl style, in their wake. Litter begets litter. Trash begets trash. What kind of shlemiel (loser) has the chutzpah (balls, nerve) to leave their crap for others?

So my Mrs. and me, we have taken to grabbing an extra bag full of bits and scraps as we saunter about our shtetl (‘hood, village) walking our boychik. With Little and Big in tow, we are furthering the valuable lessons of rubbish removal and how we can be grateful for and feel good about a clean neighborhood. Further research us bloggers thrive on this stuff reveals a movement in Sweden where we may be headed should the midterms turn to sh*te called Plogging. This Nordic influence is as amazing as IKEA and is beginning to take the world by storm (btw: IKEA just opened in India this week), spreading to the UK, Germany, France, Thailand and hopefully here in the US too.

Plogging: Scandinavian word meaning to pick up litter while jogging in groups, making is socially fun and fantastically praise-worthy. This word comes from the fusion of the Swedish words “plocka” (picking [up]), and “jocka” (jogging). See, more than just Yiddish here!

So, for a while now, as we are out an about, walking the boychik, picking up his poop, we also shlep (drag, haul) and bag the drek of others, in hopes of beautifying the community and raising the bar on the ‘dump and run attitude (addy-tude in Philly slang)’ of our brethren. Thank you, Sweden!

Spent, after a full day of sleuthing, eating, pooping and plogging. Gei shluffin (go to sleep) Gatsby

Whose with me? Let’s go plogging! Alevei! It should only happen!

Yiddish Proverb:

In a good apple, you sometimes find a worm. In a shainem epel gefint men a mol a vorem.

 

29 thoughts on “The Big Dig”

  5. We have a large bin area at the back of our flats for the residents to use. Sadly most can’t even be bothered to actually get their rubbish into the bin – there is so much on the floor. I often go down there and pick it up otherwise our dog will run around with plastic bottles in his mouth. #FabFridayPost

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  7. We have a dog and they are interested in EVERYTHING aren’t they?! I have never been to an Ikea! Thanks for linking up with #stayclassymama

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  9. Love it and love ikea…. we live in the countryside and people chuck rubbish out of their car onto our layby, for us to tidy up…. #stayclassymama

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  10. I don’t plog Lisa but I am that lunatic walking in our local park picking up as much litter as I can to stuff in the bins. And I do it on the beach too. Amazing the difference it can make .. to me me anyway!

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  11. Plogging sounds a great idea to me !! We should all participate in a Plog from time to time !!! Your doggy detective sounds like he has quite the nose on him !! #blogcrush

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  14. I am surprised no Ikea there! I assumed they were everywhere. Silly me! I could just look at Gatsby’s photo all day, I adore him! Thank you for all your kindness lately, I am going day by day, sometimes hour by hour, your support has meant the world to me xx
    #TriumphantTales.
    @mummyharris86 & @JakiJellz

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  15. Awww… sweet Gatsby he’s so so cute! I think he should be the neighbourhood superhero dog! Honestly, how many dogs does this. I usually see people with dogs telling their dogs to drop the rubbish in their mouth when they did pick up something and bring it back to their owner. E&E & I are always talk about taking a rubbish bag and just pick the rubbish up on our school runs. The thing is we are always on the rush! I think I will be doing this over the summer holiday as a holiday activities. What a great idea! Thank you for the inspirations! 🙂 xx

    Thank you very much for linking up with us on #FabFridayPost

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