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  •  When I was young my family joined (10+ / 0-)

    the Jeep Club.  We had a roadside clean-up at least once a year as part of our 'activities'.  They were actually kind of fun.  Then Coors started using aluminum and we went out with a magnet in our pocket so we could separate the trash.  This was back in the late 60's and 70's and over the years I have to say the trash dumping along the side of the road in Colorado is not nearly as bad as it used to be.  There are also many signs that list a pretty hefty fine if caught dumping.  I used to always be scared to death of those signs and they discouraged me from dropping any trash anywhere.  

    However, I also think that in this area there has been for a long time a regular roadside cleanup by many different groups including the local and state entities.  It just seems to be a 'thing' here.  The road I drive to work has orange bags of trash lined up alongside at least once a month ready to be picked up.  Roads get 'adopted' by groups and individuals to keep clean, even in the back country.

    Now my Uncle in Iowa always had a gully out back that they used as their trash dump which they burned periodically.  They don't do that anymore.  Now they actually have a dumpster.  But what did get dumped regularly along his road was dogs.  I can count on one hand the number of dogs they have had over the years, and they have had many, that were dogs they actually went and chose to bring home.  The rest were dumped dogs who ended up as part of the pack at my Uncle's farm or the farm down the road.  Then there were the cats.  At one time we counted 36 of them roaming the barn and surrounding fields.  They don't have that many now.  It could be that the shelter does a better job of getting people to bring their unwanted pets to them instead of dumping them in the country.

    Loyalty to petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul in this world--and never will. Mark Twain

    by whoknu on Thu Feb 07, 2013 at 04:50:10 PM PST

    •  One of my former coworkers (5+ / 0-)
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      lived on a country road, at the point where it changed from asphalt to gravel. The nearest town was not very big, perhaps 3,000 population. But the "end of the pavement" was the perfect spot for people to dump their unwanted pets.

      Those pets go to nearby houses and beg for food and attention. Even the most kind-hearted country dweller reaches a saturation point and cannot possibly help all of the abandoned animals.

    •  That's how I found my last pootie Olivia. (5+ / 0-)

      Rather, she found me.  I was walking my dog Annie down a road in the middle of nowhere when a tiny little kitten ran out of the weeds, climbed up my leg and nestled on my shoulder.  She was wearing a flea collar but it was on so tight even if she was old enough to hunt it I doubt she'd be able to swallow a mouse.

      Any jackass can kick down a barn, but it takes a good carpenter to build one.--Sam Rayburn

      by Ice Blue on Thu Feb 07, 2013 at 06:55:14 PM PST

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