At 6:30 in the morning, I was awakened by the alarm clock as usual. The early autumn plane leaves fell on the neighborhood walking path, making a slight crisp sound when stepped on. Under the seventh French plane tree, I met the old man who always wore a navy blue tracksuit. The light blue pet waste bag in his hand shimmered with a mother-of-pearl luster in the morning light.
"Good morning, young lady." The old man smiled and raised the dog leash. The corgi "Butter" was pawing at a plastic bag half-buried in the fallen leaves. I squatted down and took out a pet waste bag printed with a small bone pattern from my bag: "Uncle Zhang, try our company's new product? Double-layer leak-proof design with 90% degradation rate."
Act 1 Discovery in the Morning Light
When Uncle Zhang took the bag, I noticed an old scar on the little finger of his right hand. Twenty years ago, when he worked in a chemical plant, the grandfather of this corgi had saved his right hand from being crushed by a raw material barrel. Now the plastic bag used for dog waste shares the same origin with the polyethylene film he once produced.
"These bags are much better than what we had back then." Uncle Zhang skillfully flipped the bag inside out as Butter cooperatively lifted its hind leg. Joggers passed by without frowning or covering their noses—unthinkable ten years ago. I recalled the report from the quality inspection department last week: our pet waste bags have a burst load of 12.5kg while being only 0.015mm thick.
Act 2 Revolution in the Office
The projector in the meeting room was showing a video of the new production line. Marketing team member Xiao Wang suddenly raised her phone: "Supervisor, we just got a DM from pet blogger 'Paw Master'!" On the screen was a nine-square grid post of her Samoyed using our waste bags, captioned "Saved my new Loewe handbag."
R&D Director Chen adjusted his glasses: "Actually, we've added food-grade mint beads to the bag opening." As he demonstrated, light green particles formed a barrier layer at the bag's mouth. I remembered Uncle Zhang's comment this morning about "bags always breaking when collecting garbage"—this problem was finally solved.
Act 3 Late-Night Laboratory
The lab was still lit at 2 a.m. Tester Xiao Lin stared at the degradation experiment chamber, where our samples were being decomposed by Aspergillus oryzae at a constant 36°C. She suddenly exclaimed: "Team leader, look!" Under the microscope, the cornstarch-added film surface was full of honeycomb pores—microorganisms having a feast.
Outside the window, a night heron flew by, reminding me of how floating plastic bags had disappeared from urban rivers. When we abandoned that batch of non-degradable masterbatch worth millions three years ago, the chairman had said: "In packaging business, we must live up to the word 'packaging'."
Act 4 Reunion in the First Snow
On the day of the first snow at year's end, I met Butter again at the pet hospital. It lay listlessly on the examination table, while Uncle Zhang clutched a waste bag—containing bloody excrement. "Thanks to this transparent bag, the doctor could immediately identify the problem." The old man said with reddened eyes.
Later we developed medical-grade waste bags using PET/PE composite material, maintaining transparency while blocking pathogens. Now 30% of pet hospitals in Beijing use this version, printed with distinctive thermometer patterns.
Finale The Beginning of the Cycle
When spring arrived, I saw dandelions sprouting in the neighborhood greenbelt, their roots entwined with fragments of light blue material undergoing degradation—our buried experiment samples from last year. My phone suddenly vibrated with a message from the cross-border e-commerce team: A German client ordered twenty boxes of flushable waste bags, noting the tulip embossing on the bag opening perfectly suits the European market.
Back in the office, I opened the independent website backend. Real-time data showed a 237% increase in visitors searching for "compostable dog waste bags." In the latest product video, Butter runs toward a sorted trash bin with the bag in its mouth, sunlight waltzing on its golden fur.
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