Latest news from Richmond Council and other bits and pieces.

"Sit" Lucy with a class

Lucy Bonnet (Riverside Dog Training) yesterday gave us the latest news about Richmond Council’s proposed dog order via her facebook page:  

“Feedback from Mr Allister is that they are still going through consultation! Blimey it didn't take us that long to research and prepare it, think they might need reading lessons! Either that or they are not making a decision until after the elections......”

A couple of week ago she let us know: 

“Hot of my email!!!! News is that the Council is very busy compiling a summary document and they anticipate that is going to take a few weeks. I have asked David if he will meet with me in the meantime. More persuasion might be needed!”

A cute StreetKleen graphic

On a related theme…

During this mornings walk a friend told me that there was a plan to put dog poo to use. I have tracked down the newspaper article, it seems two guys, Gary Downie and Christopher Dunn in Flintshire have designed “Dog Stations” – receptacles with biodegradable bags – which will be placed around their area in a trial. The collected dog poo (or “waste” as they call it) will then be broken down by micro-organisms through the process of anaerobic digestion to produce a biogas which can be used to generate electricity. 


EDIT, Rocco would like to point out that what dog poo can do, why can't human poo do the same. Why can't Messers Downie and Dunn develop their "stations" to take human poo bags... A vote winner for the green party?

On a completely unrelated topic:

When Rocco first came to live with us, I took a couple of days off to help settle him in. On the second day I got a call about a potential pitch for the creation of a city PR company’s corporate identity. I drove into the city for the briefing. Rocco, along for the ride, didn't like the idea of being left alone in a dark car park so I took him with me. We passed a guy sitting with his dog outside a tube station soliciting donations. Rocco was fascinated.

We got to the PR company and were both shown into the boardroom, which had a fine reproduction antique table. As the brief was outlined to me, both the PR folk and I could hear the sound of gnawing, one leg of the table was acquiring a bit of character.

We walked another way back to the car, again passing a chap and his dog begging outside a tube station. Strangely, I did not win the pitch for the PR company’s corporate identity but I have managed so far to avoid Rocco’s career choice for me – to be with him on the pavement outside Putney station.