The label was really useful

I have to cheer publicly. Throughout the winter, I cursed that there was a serial killer in front of the gate of our apartment building. Well, a dog whose owner doesn’t see a problem. However, when the snow melted, I was especially nervous about what came out from under there. The last straw was a piece that had been flattened on the toboggan road.

So I printed a polite label with bags for picking up dog poop. Now it’s a month later and the bag roll is running low. In other words, the square is cleaner by about ten.

I don’t know if anyone can change this Russian-era habit, but I’d rather be like a bird feeder and fill this box of rolls than to go inside. I’m actually surprised that it worked at all and I’m glad I thought of the roll holder.