The mystery of the dog shit bags I live in a city apartment ion a nice city in Europe. Our house has a nice little backyard with a patch of grass to the backside joining with the backyards of the other houses in the block. This is where the balconies look towards and where the bicycles are parked. It quite tiny but a nice spot to have a barbecue or air the laundry. In the apartment above me lives a thin hipster with a formerly female butter bison and a small dog. I had no quarrel with the bison so far (and one strifes to be civil with ones neighbors) but I was on my guard since ultimately the adipose will annoy. Recently I I noticed a plastic bag full of dog shit in the basket that was mounted to one of the bikes in the yard. I was perplexed: Who would transport bags of dog shit with their bike? To what purpose? Surely you would only carry bags of dog shit to put them in the trash? But you have to pass the trash can when you enter the back yard, so it seemed a mystery. I passed the bag of shit on my way to my bike each morning and it began to annoy me: We have a nice and tidy little house and backyard, who would blemish it that way? Well, after a couple of days the dog shit was gone. Had its owner finally disposed of it? I rejoiced!  To my horror, on the next day, a new bag of shit appears in the same basket on the same bike. A suspicion begun to arise in me. Yesterday I had to pick up a parcel from the foul bison beast and I asked it, whether it was the owner of the bike with the basket in the yard. It was. I told it that I had noticed the strangest thing: Bags of shit were appearing on its bike. Was it aware of this fact? It was. It put the bags there itself. It takes its unfortunate canine for "walks" in our backyard to let the creature relieve itself. Now, in its own words: It is then to lazy to walk the additional 15 meters (50 foot) to the trash can. So, to be efficient and save calories, it stores the shit in its bike, on display fort all its neighbors, to bring it to the trash can only if it has to make the excursion anyways. I stared in disbelief. I think my jaw dropped. After composing myself, I told her that I would greatly appreciate it, if it would in the future dispose of the shit immediately and not put it on display in our yard. I am shocked. Even I, a regular reader of fph stories, would not have guessed that this gravitational challenged individual could be that lazy. I am very sorry for its dog. The poor creature is apparently getting as much exercise as its owner. I wonder if it has ever been taken for a proper walk.