Q:What's more depressing than a human slingin' a bag of dog shit?
A:Someone slingin two bags of dog shit, in Forest Park, and I'm right behind them, and they're flippin the bag towards some Old Growth Doug Fir.
I mean, what could be more disgusting? You might as well take your kid to the biggest, baddest urban park in the country and let them shit in a bag and leave it there forever. What's the point?
You can't keep leaving this nasty-ass shit, in PLASTIC BAGS, whatever the frickin' color of the green bag, and SOMEHOW FORGET ABOUT IT and IMAGINE that some nice ranger-type person is gonna mystically wander the path in the middle of the night and joyfully load up his subsidized pickup with your dog's nasty ass excrement for you.

Come on people: God IS GONNA PUKE.

I can just imagine that the same people who leaves PLASTIC BAGS of dogshit in FOREST PARK, also think that if they shop at New Sleasons, they're doing their measly little part to save the world and that the green vibes of Portland somehow magically have their backs.
Maybe they think there's some crew of shit-fairies, that has all the time in the world to go around and disintegrate their little furry soulmate's bagged up blob of bio-hazard? I mean, where in a temperate rain forest's stomach is there room for bag of german shepherd turds, fuming away in a Home Depot bag?

If I was walking in woods and dropped the nastiest thing available, I'd PROBABLY notice.