I’ll let you in on a secret: I don’t always pick up my dog’s poop.
I’m not the person leaving my pet’s giant turd in the middle of the sidewalk, or on your front lawn. In the woods, however, as long as the deed is done off the trail, I leave it alone. My excuse for this behaviour is the environment: the forest is full of scat of various kinds, and the volume of plastic required to pick up every doo-doo would be extensive. My dog produces 2-3 stools per day, which would add up to 730-1095 plastic bags going to landfill annually, to break down over forty years or however long it takes. In the woods, the organic matter is gone with the next rainfall. I was pretty satisfied with my plastic reduction strategy, until I got an ileostomy.
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