20578, it seems you have submitted me an idea... Not just picking up the shit for your dog and carrying it to the nearest urn, but picking up, sticking on a bag the “super-puppy-mega-elite fertilizer” for your gorgeous plants and selling it for the angry grandmothers. Gardeners and gardeners will laugh at me and turn their fingers at the whisky, and status fools like you will buy and praise how their bushes have grown beautifully and chickens have begun to grow.