Perhaps there is a market for dog-poop bags with caricatures on them…
I live in a funny neighbourhood - there are all kinds of people I meet up with, like the retired Dean of the Faculty of Music, or my neighbour the former Poet Laureate of Toronto. And then, there are also schlubs like me living around here. Like I say, it’s a funny neighbourhood.
Somehow, shaking someone’s hand while still holding a bag of dog pooh seems worse than stashing it in my pocket until I find a compost bin.
Of course, the down side is that I occasionally forget to throw it out before I get back in the house.
So, let me get this straight-you stuff the doggy doo in your pocket because you think they will want to shake your hand with it full of dog crap? You DO live in a funny neighborhood.