Oh what fun you can have with a poo bag!
Mummy needed to use one for Zen this evening, and whilst she was busy tying the bag up afterwards I managed to grab it and rip a hole in it. So, Mummy had to get another bag to put the first one in – but the bags come on a roll, and as soon as Mummy started to get the next one out of the container, I grabbed the end and pulled. And when I’d pulled sufficiently, Zen then grabbed the middle and pulled even more. Between us we managed to unravel about half of the roll (and it was a new roll when we started), and there was this streamer of bags everywhere – and Mummy, still hanging on to a broken bag, whilst trying to get the other bags off us…
Big Oscar was there to watch – he didn’t join in the fun with us, but then his Mummy and Daddy didn’t help Mummy out either – they were too busy laughing at us.
In the end Mummy managed to stuff the string of bags into our lead bag, which kept it “safe” from us until we got home and she was able to try to roll it all back up again.
That sounds fun ~ I’m laughing so much at the idea of you trailing a roll of poobags behind you & your mummy trying to catch them & you whilst trying to keep the poo in the ripped bag