As I'm roaring under east Toronto on my way home from work tonight with my co-worker Tyrone, the train stops at a subway station and the doors open, which is typical.

There are two young women standing in front of the doors, even perfectly framed by them, which again is not unusual.

One even has a small, rust-coloured, poodle-ish-looking dog with her on a leash -- which also isn't an Spidey-sense-triggering anomaly.

And with the two young women beaming over their furry little darling and looking down towards it, the poodle picks this time to hunch, squat, shudder, grimace and finally squeeze out three little logs of dog feces onto the platform.

This is not typical.

However, the dog did stretch and look much more relaxed afterwards, which I would argue is not only typical, it even crosses boundaries between species.

Anyway, the two girls share a commiseratory chuckle over this act, but there was no immediate action to bend over and scoop.

As the train pulled away, I saw one woman passing some folded paper to her pal holding the leash, but I don't know if they cleaned up the results of the mutt's ablutions.

It would be a gross violation of basic transit passenger civility if they didn't, but so would taking a pee in front of other people on a transit platform, and people do that.