Alongside the gratitude to the helpful person who points out your dog's offences you might allow yourself a tiny touch of resentment: did you have to? Just once, couldn't we all pretend this never happened? For however often you pick up the shit, however much you love your dog, the hideousness of the task does not diminish. However deep the lesson of good citizenship has sunk, to walk down the street with a sack of faeces in your hand, looking for that elusive next bin, is a humiliation.Yes, this is the same idiot who only a few months ago was was extolling the 'virtues' of the wild nature of his unruly beast, and the awkward expectations that society places on ownership of such a creature.
The post was triggered by a report that the same sort of clueless, narcissistic and selfish dog-owners as himself were leaving bagged dog crap on Scottish beaches.What a drama queen!
I join in the disgust at the bag dumpers who disfigure our beaches, but I feel compassion too. They have tried to do their bit, but at some point – why are we surprised? – shame and revulsion overcame altruism and willpower.