The value of pomanders

There is still snow on the ground.  Ice too.  The cycle path behind our house is still treacherous to walk on and the hard-packed snow is at least eleven inches deep in places.  Then of course there is the dog shit.  I can't decide if the wintry weather predisposes dogs to shit more.  Or if because it's bitterly cold their owners feel no obligation, moral or legal, to clean up after their hounds.  A third possibility might be that because of the snow the shit is frozen, fails to break down quickly, the ground can't absorb it because of the permafrost effect, and so it just sits there ugly and obvious but not yet smelling of anything (because of the cold).  And there is a great deal of it.  The turds present a formidable challenge to the walker already struggling to keep his balance on the slippery surface.  When the thaw comes, the makers of pomanders have a ready made marketing niche to exploit.