This is the set up when I step out with Chicken Little.
Poo bag in one set of laces and front door key in the other. Phone gets tucked down the side of my bra.
She’s only done two poos while we’ve been walking and I must admit that I didn’t ‘t pick either of them up. Only because she did them in amongst all this bracken and I figured no one was going to be walking around there and because there wasn’t a bin in sight to put it in and because actually I was kind of in shock about it. Betty has never ever pooed on her daily walk in the eleven years she’s been going for a daily walk. One day I set off and realised I didn’t have a poo bag but we were going on the main streets and I figured Chicken would do one for sure just to humiliate me. But I saw an empty Mrs Mac’s pie bag on the side of the road so I tucked that into my shoe. Reluctantly. And of course she didn’t go anyway.