Doggie Don't

I was reminded this morning about why I'm not a dog person. I don't mind the actual animals so much, it's more the sick relationship that they have with humans.

Twice on my way to work I saw dogs crouching in that mildly obscene way, lightening their load. And a couple of metres away, there was the obligatory manservant with his hand wrapped in a little blue plastic bag, head bowed, ready to serve. On the face, that dead expression that said 'I know this is wrong. I know the depths I have sunk to, but I just can't seem to climb out of this deep pit I'm in'. It really is very sad.

Is this the way things are meant to be? Has Creation not been turned on its' head? My guess is that before The Fall, dogs had workable thumbs so that they could wield their own little blue plastic bags.