Or, hang it on a fence for the Poo Fairy to collect.
Happens more in UK. In France, people who are not the responsible bag and bin it type just leave it au naturel on the pavement. Our village walks after market day can be a bit of an assault course.
When I see dogs whose owners arenât unfurling a bag in readiness, I offer them one of my poo bags. Does the trick! Unfortunately. I cannot be everywhere all at once all the time 
Excrement on the pavement is very much a French thing, in a way you simply donât see in the UK. How can you bring up a child in Agde without it getting covered in the stuff??! In the country in many ways Iâd prefer it left to just degrade, though having it in a bag makes it easier to avoid stepping in the poo.
Iâm not sure why exactly, but I havenât noticed as much on the streets in the last couple of years. Fewer dogs around perhaps, as I canât believe the old French habits have changedđ€
Everyone I know who has a dog picks up after it, and also most towns have a moto-crotte. My daughterâs dog eats BARF (donât they all, arf arf arf yes I know) and produces small innocuous poos which arenât too horrendous to pick up, relatively.
There are young men Iâve seen in town with their horrible unfortunate bully XLs who are clearly much too cool to carry poobags around and donât pick up at all. They need shooting.
Itâs amazing the vehicles the French have invented. The original CitroĂ«n DS, the Dyane, and⊠the moto-crotte. 
Continuing the thread driftâŠ.
Interesting threat but I imagine the work force and efforts required will make the legislation a bit of an empty threat. Perhaps the odd prosecution and publicity will be enough to reduce their problem.
A pragmatic quote from the recently elected right wing mayor of BĂ©ziers:
MĂ©nard added: âThere will be a certain lenience for those who are not from BĂ©ziers. If they pick up their dog dirt we wonât bother them. Weâre not xenophobes. Foreigners arenât the problem, itâs the locals who are not cleaning up.â
Interestingly, this is one social issue for which Maghreb inhabitants escape blame.
If I recall correctly, the moto-crottes in Paris were known as KakawasakisâŠ
With homage to the late great Willie Rushton, via the late great Barry Cryer via The OldieâŠand me:
A recipe for Life:
Never go to a doctor with dying plants in his waiting room
Never go on holiday to countries where they still point at planes
Never go to a dentist with blood in his hair
Never go to a psychiatrist who has always got his mother with him
I really wish I hadnât watched that. 
I can imagine. 
Currently studying a book on how to swim the English Channel by Francis Near.
SSL = Shakespeareâs socket layer?
Dont, I cant seem to escape the bard, wherever I work there is an omni present image.
Really not necessary there are loads of small boats going night and day, Saturday 872 migrants (is that the correct term?) Made it across, at this rate theyâll beat the ferry companies soon.