I was born in the 50s and everyone had a dog and it was my chore to grab a shovel and clear away the land mines (dad's term) before dad would mow the lawn My husband used to have show dogs and he cleaned up the lawn with a "pooper scooper". More convenient, though now you had a tool in both hands, you could control the slippery excretion and not have to make multiple stabs at your target. This also eliminated the offending poo slipping off the shovel when you were trying to get that last small piece that had escaped.
Today's society is more sophisticated. Instead of a shovel, my daughter has a little green bone shaped dispenser hanging off of Jinxes leash. It isn't for identification or a fashion statement, but to be ready for those times when Jinx needs to cleanse her bowels. You grab the green bone shaped dispenser with one hand, and a dangling piece of plastic with the other and pull revealing a small bag. Slip your hand in, grasp the offending item, and pull the ends forward to safely encase the poo.
As neat and tidy as that might be, it gets even better. These little bags of poop tidiness aren't plain jane items. You can find them in assorted patterns and colors, and a variety of scents. Guess that masks the evidence that your finger slipped.
Maybe it is my age showing, but I still prefer a shovel or pooper scooper, over my hand clad in plastic to remove fragrant dog droppings.
Life is good.