So this is a fresh tail. Sorry, was that a typo? (All will become clear in a moment.) Behind my booth at the fair in Scottsdale, is a dispenser for dog poop bags. There wasn’t much of a crowd while I was eating the free breakfast. (Oh, sorry, that’s a breakfast that you paid for in with your booth fee. I’m not much of a muffin eater, but in cases like this, You Will Enjoy The Muffin Whether You Like It Or Not!) So I’m reading the graphics on the side of the box. I was wondering what design innovations Mutt Mitts might have come up with in the Joys of Dog Ownership department, but it turns out they are just bags. With instructions, in case you didn’t know how to clean up after your pet. Apparently there isn’t yet an app for that.
The whole subject reminds me of one night I stayed with an artist friend for a show, and after the Saturday of the show we walked her dog. She commented that if aliens looked down at the whole dog-human relationship they could misconstrue the whole scenario. Who feeds whom? Who walks behind whom? Who picks up whose poop and takes it home?