I am walking with a group of friends through the streets of NYC. I have Romanov with me and he's having a wonderful time because there are so many other dogs. Then he stops to do his business and I realize that I don't have anything with which to pick up after him. I see some advertisements in some garbage and start to go collect a page or two so I can clean up after him but my friend is there already with something she had in her purse. She crouches over and cleans up after Romanov for me.