Betty sniffed a spot, circled, circled, hunched down, and circled some more. After a comedy of circling, she started to poo. The lady stood, leash in one hand, mini poop-bag turned inside-out like a waterproof mitten on the other hand. Betty generally coiled her poo, always starting to walk away as the last bit fell, so that following the coil were just a couple of hard to find stringers.
The lady cupped the bulk of it in her bag-mitted hand, inverting the handles and tying them together. She was very thankful that Betty was no larger because getting everything into one palmful would be much more difficult. Betty had to be reminded to stay and wait. She seemed agitated about something.
The lady looked up to find a very burly man in a leather jacket and jeans pulling a wheeled trashcan out to the curb. "Mornin' ma'am. Just doin' a little cleanin' up at the old place here. That's a pretty sweet little dog you got there. I had me one just like him when I was a kid".
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