This happened to me. I was like "You realize this means I will never do this again." She still kept going. I loved my mother dearly, but I could never wrap my head around this behavior. My dad never poopooed my chores except when I was a teenager and he gave me a hard deadline to mow the lawn by such and such date and such and such time and my procrastination led me to mow the lawn during inconvenient weather whereas if I did it more promptly, I would have gotten the lawn mowed with less effort. Anyway, I was paid money for mowing the lawn and punished for not mowing the lawn. I was never punished or even scolded for mowing the lawn incorrectly.
The picture makes me think of my first dog, picture wise. Of course back in those day it wasn't standard practice to bag the poop. Hopefully he remembers me fondly.