Finally the dogs can walk themselves. There’s probably some place in the back where the dog can do his business, it bags itself, puts itself into it’s own trash can, and then ejects itself onto the moon. So now the moon is covered in trash cans, each with a single dog doo.
I don’t know why this dog is walking around on the moon in this thing either, but that’s not the point. What is the point, you ask? We may never know.