What the?

My office at SunRiver has a vantage point.  It overlooks a church parking lot, that would otherwise be concealed to onlookers.  Understand that this parking lot is within the closed retirement community.  I, from time to time, see people acting quite strange.  I’ve seen arguing couples, dancing exercisers, and a few passionate lovers (mind you this is a 55+ community).  Today as I was leaving the office, I witnessed a disturbing sight.

Let me set the stage for you.  An average looking 60 something lady, had pulled up to the empty parking lot with her golf cart.  SunRiver is a golf cart community, so often the residents will drive their carts instead of cars.  Seated beside her in the cart was her trusty companion, and no doubt dear friend, yellow labrador retriever.  A magnificent looking animal.

As I stood admiring the great beast, I could see the tell-tell sign of a dog needing to do his “business”.  Quickly, the dogs owner ran back to her golf cart to retrieve (no pun intended) a “duty bag“.  My first thought was, “oh good, a responsible dog owner”.  Then, to my horror, the lady took the bag, squatted down, and positioned the plastic bag directly underneath the dogs outbox.  At this point I was frozen with wonder.   I have seen the drop and go, the drop quick look and go, and the usual drop…walk of shame…scoop and go, but never had a seen the pre-drop…scamper…bag hold…nervous drop.  It was an awkward dance.

As I looked at the dog during this ordeal, I swear I saw it look at me, then back at his “owner” in disgust.