Time-pressed today (funny how being two days ahead on a project can turn so quickly into being at least half a day behind), so here’s a tiny, not-for-the-squeamish entry:
On the way to the chiropractor this morning, I saw a woman walking four dogs, four chocolate labs and another pooch of similar size, and carrying a clear plastic shopping bag full of poops. FULL OF POOPS.
Yes, cats can be revolting (always horking hair balls on carpeting or bedding, bathing while sitting next to your (previously) sleeping head, pooping just outside the litter box in protest of its lack of pristineness, etc.), but good lord, lady, at least I never had to DISPLAY A BAG OF POOPS in public.
Even if one assumes that this was not her usual m.o., that maybe she was out of more opaque shit conveyances, she was smiling as she stooped down to pick up more dog bum leavings USING THE SAME BAG. That ain’t right. I don’t how care lovely and loyal your canine friends are.