Repudiations

Well, I understand you have a puppy.

What!!?? A PUPPY!
Did someone say puppy, a New puppy!!
:slight_smile:

Beck, you ever read the Pigeon books to or with the younguns? For just a second there, I swear you were channeling Pigeon. :smiley:

I’m old school; mention a puppy without a link to pictures and it doesn’t exist. :wink:

We can’t repudiate the little poopers. There’s nothing like being swarmed by little poopers.

For me, the disenchantment started with the one with ewoks. I’ve been living a lie since then, pretending to care, but now I’m free, do you hear me, free!

First read this as “a scale of 1-51” and thought, wow, those Bristol stool chart people were really just phoning it in with their 1-7 scale.

Yep.I could use a little pigeon.:slight_smile:

I really want to see the Christmas version of this with the sister and the brother home from college.

(Excellent post, Turnip!)

The Pigeon wasn’t too happy once he actually saw a puppy, though. It probably wouldn’t have ended well if he’d driven the bus, either.

The Colonel beat you to it:

The deposit in Gatopescado’s car seems to rebut that theory.

yeah, i remember col sanders shit all over KFC every chance he got after he retired and it became corporate owned …

I could usually tell based on which one I happened to catch eating a box of crayons that week.

Aye, the ewoks were…something, but until Disney got their hands on it, with each movie there was some degree of new hope. Now all is waste and despair.

Without doubt, but Pigeon’s antics on the pages before actually seeing the puppy are timeless

When we first got our (current) Border Collie, she waited until we’d gone out somewhere then got into the bunny rabbit equipage. She ate a corner of a cardboard box, the corner of a plastic dustpan and an entire bag of yogurt drops–plus bag. I found it all in the stool, minus the yogurt drops; that’s efficiency! She was none the worse for wear.

The rabbit was not amused.

History Channel, for not dispensing anything close to ‘History’.

Fie!

It takes quite a refined palate to acquire that skill.

Well, I imagine it’s easier to ID poop when it’s rainbow colored.

The best was the time one of mine ate the foil Velveeta cheese package - a flashlight at night was all you needed to find it:D