It's a mystery that has puzzled hikers everywhere. Why did so many people take a plastic bag out their pockets, pick up a poo and tie it in a neat bow, only to suddenly abandon it?
Mystery of Hundreds of abandoned dog poo bags sparks Marie Celeste style inquiry
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There's no benefit to carrying them once they've gone cold. I find they last a bit longer if you stick them under a bobble hat.
Yes, poo bags are also great to warm your hands or ease a stiff neck on a cold day. Did you get the Bobble hat tip from Pippa Middleton's book Wayland?
Yes, it was a tip for staying alive on Burns Night. The other tip for that event was 'bring a lot of ketchup.'
A Sargasso Sea of dog pooh.....sounds like my home town of Bridgnorth.
I never saw the point in having a pet dog before now but Wayland's thermal head warmer idea will have me thinking again.
Is this before or after the plastic bag comes into use?
Round my way, they tie them to the hedgerows like way-marks. On a frosty morning, they hang there sparkling like pretty baubles.
A pooh bag is always half full - never half empty.
I've got quite a collection of hand warmers nowadays although on the negative side, my microwave pen and inks.
I've seen that. They're like Xmas tree decorations
I've taken to pikcing them up, as they're so horrible.
I collected 20 the other day as I walked round Richmond Park. 20!
All I need now is Piers Morgan's address and I can post them off
Ronseal, is that like 'scrumping'? Perhaps it needs to develop its own traditions, like draining the bags around the roots as a sort of urban 'wassail'
stars mainly for Wayland and Dick's top tips
What I wonder is:
What terrible event suddenly took these people away, when they were in the process of carrying the poo bag to the bin?
Is it like the Marie Celeste, which was found deserted, but with all the places set for dinner in the restaurants. As if the humans were all suddenly spirited away.
Are there millions of dog walkers sitting in an alien space ship?
From my own observations, there are two dog-walking situations. One is where it's a lovely day and the dog-owner is enjoying the human / animal relationship in a fun-loving and shared way: poo goes in the bin.
The other is the 'chore' situation. Bit of a rushed job at lunchtime, murmurings of 'why is it always me?' and a sense of distance from the animal kingdom: in this scenario, the poo is duly collected but carried with the arm held stiffly at a minimum angle of 45 degrees to the side, to ensure not even the bag is anywhere near the human body. There's the poo bin, not 50 yards away, but would you believe it, a protruding twig grabs the bag clean out of the hand with such dexterity the carrier is unaware it happened, as they nonchalantly whistle their way back home.
David and Goliath style, I long to fling these back to the owners.
But I wouldn't want to upset the dogs.
That would be a good game: Poo Bag tossing.
I also think the SAS missed a trick. They could have made their own brand Poo bags with SAS written on the plastic bag and perhaps the regiment's crest. It could say "as used by the SAS"
I quite agree Ronseal... In fact if I wanted to add to boot, I'd put my stamp on it.
True story: I have a friend who used to run a florists. After work, she'd gather up the day's takings, drive home and then take the dog out for a walk, dropping the day's takings off in the bank's night safe during the walk. Except one day, she arrived back home with the takings and realised that she'd absent-mindedly dropped the wrong bag into the night safe.
I've had takings like that.
I was wondering if I hadn't staggered on a drugs ring. What better way to hide your drugs than to stick them in a dog poo bag and leave it under a tree? nobody will touch them. Some of the bags I picked up had been there for days. Some had even been trodden into the ground.
Drugs dealers and their customers could even trade without the police being able to prove anything. The dealers could leave the drugs in an orange bag, then customers would take that and leave the cash in a blag bag.
Maybe that's what's happening under the trees in Richmond Park
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