What a lovely time of year. Brings to mind one spring when I did yard cleanup to take care of the winter-long Labrador poop accumulation, and had a Wagner opera playing on NPR.
Tannhäuser and Shit Patrol go together so nicely.
She turns her head and lowers her ridiculously oversize sunglasses to ogle the poo boy, lightly crinkling her nose at the odeur…
Clap clap clap.
It brings a tear to my eye when I hear about someone who’s found their purpose in life.
No, no, it’s “I was just pinching off a loaf in the yard when out of the house…”
Hey. She’s been tested for STDs, so not true.
I wonder if there is porn with a dog walker in place of a pizza delivery guy, but I’m afraid to look.
I was going for something a little more subtle, but yeah, subtlety has no place in this thread.
mods: I hope I can de-zombify this thread to address this egregious “no way, dude-ism”…
Holy trippy ratatouille google image page, Batman!
(ratatouille - Google Search)
(completely irrelevant exclamation/psyche trip)
I call fiddlesticks on that.
Your dog is capable of doing a five-pound shit? Isn’t five pounds as heavy as…well I can’t think of anything offhand, but really, five pounds of dog shit? Wouldn’t that, like, hurt the dog, excreting such an insane volume? Even a big mastiff - I dunno, I don’t really know my dogs all that well as pertaining to their shit yield in relation to their body size.
Dogs kiss for the same sort of reasons that humans do, that is to say that it’s a biological expediency that has been subverted into a social and affectionate behaviour.
Dogs in packs will lick the mouth of those that outrank them to get a notion of what the higher ranking individual has been eating, it has a practical purpose, but it is also a socially submissive act.
I’m pretty sure the poster might have been ever so slightly embellishing the amount of shit, just for storytelling purposes, y’know?
Anyway, now it’s been resurrected, I’ll add here that our newish doggie won’t shit or even pee terribly frequently in our backyard. I take her for a run down the beach every morning at around 6.30am, and on average she takes TWO shits in the space of an hour…sometimes 3 and has been known to have 4 craps in the sand. In that time, she’ll also pee about 6-8 times…and every time on a heap of seaweed. I make sure to take my ‘crap-baggies’ and at every beach entrance there are ‘shit bins’ for the doggie-owners to dump the ‘dumps’, so to speak.
Now THAT’S a job I’d hate…emptying those bins after a couple of hot summer’s days, when they’ve had a chance to brew up a real treat…
I miss infrequently picking up dog poo. They weren’t my dogs, but I knew them their whole lives. Both were trained to go second in ditches and other places away from where people step. Good thing, because one of them had an awful stomach no matter what he ate. They both died in 2015.
Oddly, that’s one of the things I missed when my dog died. It gave me a reason to go outside. I adopted a new dog within days, so I’m out picking up poo again.
Good for you:)
You’re calling bullshit on the batshit dogshit claim?
No shit!