Until recently, the job for which these Dog Waste Bags are designed required a shovel in our expansive Indiana back yard or a slight detour into nature off a Pennsylvania country lane. Now, however, our Whipador faces down the requirements of nature in a small side yard on an urban campus in Colombia. To complicate matters only slightly, much larger guard dogs that prowl our campus at night appear to have developed a predilection for our yard as their latrine. As I noted, they are large. My short morning stroll becomes too often a moment of discovery.
Enter these dog waste bags with their ingenious little leash-borne dispenser. They come tightly wound into rolls, fit nicely in a pocket when the leash and its dispenser are not in action, and in general help me adjust to my newfound intimacy with dog poop in the least shattering way possible. Honestly, I hardly mind the task any more.
When were these invented? What did we do before that? I shudder to think on it.
Fantastic product.
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