When did this happen exactly?
I saw a woman walking her dog today and as she walked, the dog waste bag full of dog crap was swinging at her side. When did this happen exactly? When I was a kid, no one did this. Your dog shat and that was that, so to speak. I'm not complaining - it's sort of great not to encounter dog feces as you are out and about, but I'm trying to figure it out. When did that become a thing? It's not like a regulatory change, like when smoking in restaurants was not allowed. Or wearing a seatbelt - I remember that one happened when I was a teenager because my dad just wouldn't go along with it. He would stretch the belt across and hold it, instead of clicking it in. I think his logic was that I wouldn't get pulled over because he wasn't wearing one and the whole 'health and safety' thing was totally lost on him.
But picking up dog crap with a plastic bag, which you then, disgustingly, have to take back to your house and put in your trash bin hoping that it doesn't smell up the garage too much before trash pick up, well that's a social nicety. It's a shared value that, hey, we don't want anyone to step in dog crap so let's just all agree we will pick it up and throw it away. Amazing. This is a country where we can't get people to agree that people should not be bankrupt by healthcare expenses by offering a universal healthcare system - which seems like a no brainer - but we can get consensus and ACTION on picking up dog crap without legislation. And picking up dog crap sucks. It really does. It is personally offensive, yet this we somehow got consensus on. Maybe it's a proximity thing. I know that if I forget to have bags with me when I walk the dog, I literally PRAY that she doesn't go. I don't want my neighbors to see that I've got this cavalier attitude towards picking up dog crap, such that I left the house unprepared. I've gone so far as to pretend to pick up dog crap so that if anyone is looking, they will think I took care of it like a responsible human being. I've just realized that I am recreating my father's seat belt move - I'm going to pretend that this thing is clicked/picked up so no one stops us. I am my father's daughter.