bag of...

Picture this.

You are on a hike. A walk. A pleasant ride on your bicycle.

The weather is nice, warm, and comfortable. There is no rain.

The trail is pretty, and people pleasant.

You feel almost as if you are entering a state of bliss, of paradise.

And then you see it, hanging from a tree, swaying in the breeze... a bag of dog shit.

And there, thanks to a selfish dog walker, goes the neighbourhood.

If you must own a dog, clean up after it.