We use these poo bags when we take the corgi out, and what I really love is that their designer has made a real effort. Sure, he's just creating the packaging for little plastic bags used to pick up shit, but he's really run away with it. First the slogan: "Number two bags for your number one dog." It's catchy, yet so accurate! Then we've got a pug wearing sunglasses, whose doggie brain is apparently not too busy thinking about eating or sniffing wee to consider the environmental impact of his feces. Finally, there's the dog in the upper left-hand corner. He makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I'm not exactly sure what's wrong with him, but he makes eye contact with this pained expression. And he's sweating - or panting. I can just imagine the company's CEO: "It's perfect! That's exactly what people want to see when they're buying bags to pick up poo."
So, we're pretty responsible about picking it up, but unfortunately there's this one field where we walk that is absolutely filled with the stuff. This wasn't a problem until recently. For some reason, after months of perfect behaviour, our corgi has discovered the unique pleasures of rolling in poo. At first it just happened once in a while. We like to walk him off the lead, and he was always very responsive when we called him back to us. That is, until he became addicted to diving into piles of the smelly stuff. Suddenly we were powerless. Dog cookies lost their appeal when he was faced with a pile of poo. Horse manure was worse - he would roll until it was embedded into every fibre of his fur. And here's the thing: if we tried to call him away, he would look at us and I swear to God, he'd laugh at us before diving back in.
I told him I wouldn't let him off the lead anymore if he kept it up, and things seemed to be getting better. I carry a little bit of chicken in my pocket to keep him keen, but today, the moment I turned my back, he threw himself to the ground and rolled about, and he just seemed to be enjoying himself so much that I couldn't fault him.
