I just have to tell what happened to me yesterday. It’s funny looking back on it now but at the time it wasn’t funny at all.
About 4:00 a.m. Sunday morning, my son got up so I fixed his bottle and sat down on the couch to feed him. Well, my SO had his 8 week old Brittany pup at my house this weekend… this dog took a shit on my carpet and I stepped in it! It was dark in the room and I could’nt see it! It was really gross.
About midnight last night my SO and I went outside to smoke a cigarette and we took the dog out so she could go to the bathroom. She peed and pooped and then went back inside. As I was walking into the house I said “The dog is sleeping in her kennel tonight because I don’t want to step into any more dog shit.” I no sooner than got the words out of my mouth and I stepped in more dog shit!! This just wasn’t my day.
I’m laughing just reading this thread name. Not just dog shit, but Dog Shit!!
lol!
What a bummer…puppies will do that to ya. Don’t walk around in your bare feet for a while
Zette
Love is like popsicles…you get too much you get too high.
I have a brother who is just a year older than me. He’s a nice enough guy but we were serious sibling rivals – more like sible war. He is also a very “superior” person – the insufferable type, like Frasier Crane, only more so. Plus he was bigger than me so I had to do what he said or suffer the consequences.
When we were kids we slept in the same bed. One night for some reason the cat pooped on our bed. The smell was so bad it woke us both up. My brother, the superior one, while reaching up to turn on the light on the wall above our bed, dragged his foot through the fresh cat poop.
One of the happiest memories from my childhood is seeing my brother hop on one foot out the door of the bedroom, crying.
“If ignorance were corn flakes, you’d be General Mills.”
Cecil Adams The Straight Dope
Ooo, pet bodily functions, fun! Once I woke up in the middle of the night and placed my hand in something cold and wet. I turned on a light and found mouse remains vomited all over my bed, courtesy of my sister’s cat. That’ll give a person the heebie jeebies.
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
A similar thing happened to me. My dog shat on a magazine next to my bed when I was sleeping. I didn’t know what that smell was when I woke up. Needless to say, I took a shower quite quickly.
Now, can we please let this topic die, it’s getting me queasy.
JMcC, San Francisco, JJM’s page from the Bay
If I were beaned with a fastball, fling my limp, lifeless body to first, cause, dammit, I earned it!
Ahhh…dog shit. The bane of my existance…the price I pay for loving my dogs.
I used to very lax about dealing with it in my old apartment. I had a funky uneven asphalt area for them to use and once I was seriously bad about letting it get nasty. (I was depressed, leave me alone). Anyway, it had built up quite a collection of shit and I kept telling myself…gotta clean that up, gotta clean that up. Then the gods taught me a lesson. I woke up one morning and it had obviously been raining like hell all night long and wasn’t going to let up any time soon. It rained and rained and rained…Noah’s flood, I swear.
Needless to say, my “patio” was a sea of what I fondly refer to as “Poop Soup” YUM!
Talking about poop making you queasy? Don’t do my job! Most of the time we don’t even notice when we step in poop it happens so often, and stepping in it is still a lot better than having to dig through it, clean it up with paper towels, or having to clean it off your shirt.
I crave an art that passionately transcends the mundane instead of being a device for self-deception.–Griffin, from The Griffin and Sabine trilogy.
One summer, my dog, Lady, had puppies. A litter of five. One day when my dad wasn’t home, my mom and I let the puppies loose to play in the den. BIG MISTAKE. Five puppies. That meant each one both PEED and POOPED on the carpet. Five piss spots and five little piles of shit. They were only like 6 weeks old at the time, and it wasn’t like huge piles of shit but it still wasn’t fun to clean up.
What I want to know is, what mystic power does dog shit have that enables it to stick to a shoe despite repeated and frantic efforts to dislodge it, and why does it smell SO MUCH WORSE than any other shit I’ve ever encountered? Clearly, more study is needed.
Two years ago, the love of my life, Yoda the Shar-pei got into chocolate. He got the WORST diarhhea you’ve ever seen. That poor dog…and we were cleaning left and right…truely awful.
The funny part was AFTER the projectile shits were over…he was standing in the kitchen and let a loud fart rip. He then turned and with an expression that can only be described as shocked horror,looked right at his hind end, fully expecting to see more shit shoot out. It was about the funniest expression on a dog I’ve ever seen.
Zette
Love is like popsicles…you get too much you get too high.
Okay, I have to add something to the general grossness happening here. My S.O. took our large sheltie/small collie dog (named Pokey) with her to visit one of her friends that also has a dog, I gave her the cell phone just in case. Pokey has an unfortunate habit of eating dog shit, we’ve tried a number of things but haven’t been able to get him stop yet. Don’t even ask about the cat box, this is a whole other topic. Anyway …
Now, release Pokey into the back yard of one of his buddies and he naturally thinks of it as a cafeteria. Embarrasing and gross, but: I got a call from S.O. on the cell phone. She was on the freeway, doing 100 km/h (maybe 65, 70 mph) and was in a panic. All she would say was “Get a bucket of warm water and a lot of clean rags. And don’t come out to the driveway.” Turns out that the Pokemeister had done a lot of grazing and then had barfed it up all over the back seat of her car. She finished the trip home in record time and did it with her head stuck out the window.
Thank you, thank you very much. I’ve had animals around me all my life and let’s face it - they do gross and disgusting things all the time. Part of their charm, I guess.
