I totally lost my shit last night.
As a matter of ritual I take our dog Buddy on his long walk of the day after dinner every night around 7:00 P.M. As Buddy is a 10 lb Maltese Terrier, a plastic sandwich bag more than suffices as a poop bag. When Buddy does the doo I pick it up with the bag, knot the top and clasp it between the fingers of my leash hand where it dangles until we get home. Last night we arrived home with nothing dangling which makes it likely that some homeowner along our route found a neatly packaged pile of dog doo on the border of his property. I can't help but wonder how I would react to something like that. Would I be grateful that a Great Dane wasn't involved? Nah, probably not.