It’s fun to walk. Especially when you’re dragging a dog with you. Or, in the case of labrador retrievers, being dragged. Until they poop, because technically, when a dog poops – when a BIG dog poops – your stomach turns because this is what soft serve is supposed to look like, and you’re scooping it up from the sidewalk with a plastic bag that you begged from the lady in the sari-sari store whose storefront your dog defiled.