When I walk Tawny, my red Golden Retreiver,
I carry poop bags in a blue bone container on the leash, orange colored.
When she poops, I pick it up.
She likes that I do this for her; it is preferable to pooping in the back yard and getting yelled at.
I like it too because it stretches my back.
I went to The Portland Regional Burn last year on Memorial Day, called SOAK, held in Tyghe Valley neat The Dalles, Or.
There I was given a MOOP bag.
One on Burning Man Principles is “Leave no trace!”
When I went to Burning Man 2015 at Black Rock Desert near Reno, Nevada, I picked up MOOP so as to leave the playa in as pristine condition as we found it.
I mean these folks are serious, they had rakes to find the smallest thing.
Is peeing on the playa MOOP?
When I returned I noticed a particularly littered corner on North Lombard in St John’s in North Portland.
How ugly I said. Someone should pick it up, I said.
And so I did, starting with a plastic bag I found in the litter and then filling it with the rest of the mess.
When I deposited it at the True Value’s trash can, a man said thanks.
So, now when I walk the dog and pick up her poop, I leave the bag open for the rest of the walk around the park and fill it with MOOP before I dump it in the trash.
I know of at least one other old guy who picks up too.
Probably he doesn’t know it’s MOOP.
– small town boy