Yeah, I have a dog that bobs for apples in the toilet, too. Soiled pampers are also not safe from her – even in the garbage.
Someone told us once that wild mother dogs eat the feces of the puppies to protect them from predators. Who knows if its true?
Ugh. And we hug these disgusting creatures??
The grossest thing was the time my cat humped my leg and before I could shoo him away, he “sowed his seed” onto my leg. Too bad JohnBckWLD’s nasty pooch wasn’t there.
The only redeeming factor was that when I did throw him off me, he left a wet spot on hubby’s side of the bed. Sweet justice. 
In high school I discovered that my pet chinchilla enjoyed being petted in a more than platonic, doggy way. After he reached about a year or so old, he’d start to “hug” my hand after a session of petting. At first I thought it was cute - then he blew his chinchilla wad all over my hand.
But I did manage to put it to good use, when one of my good female buddies who had always shot down my romantic intentions was over, I let her pet the little bugger.
“Awwww he’s so cute!!”
“Just keep petting him, he might give you a hug if he you do a good enough job!”
“Okay…aawww he’s hugging me! Hey… what is that? What’s poking my hand, is there hay in there or something? …OMIGAWD!! EEWW EEEWWW EEWWW!!”
I’ve stopped being grossed out by my dogs long ago. If I hadn’t, I’d have keeled over from discust years ago. Some of my doggie-discusting highlights:
And the worst…
Running into the living room with my grandmother’s dirty gigantic Depends underwear in the mouth–during dinner!
Wow. I thought our dogs eating horse poop was bad, but apparently our curs are just amateurs.
We have three small dogs, acquired about three months apart each, so there was a year or so of their getting adjusted to each other. Apparently part of this was poo eating. If one of them saw the other defecating, they would run over and eat it directly out of the dispenser, like it was a delicacy. I joked to my wife that we didn’t need to buy dog food since they could recycle the same material indefinitely. But eventually they got it out of their system, as it were.
Ok. Wow. Jesus Christ, I’m now SOOO glad we have a parrot. Even parrot poop isn’t very disgusting in comparison. I have nothing to share that even ranks near any of this.
Yes, well, my two cats are sisters and do this butt cleaning thing to each other. I always want to stop them, but then I think, well, I guess they’re getting the job done, might as well let them finish.
Hey, our dog used to do things like that too.
Once we saw him throw up and a perfectly rolled up pair of my mother’s pantyhose (or’tights’/ ‘stockings’ over here) dropped out onto the lawn.
He also ate loads of chocolate once, vomited and then ate it again with relish.
He also buried a piece of bread and butter in the garden, dug it up later (all caked with mud/dirt) and proceeded to enjoy this delectable feast as well.
He rolled in dead things and deer/ sheep faeces too.
But the most gross thing he ever did was eat a rat. We caught him eating it and my dad (repeatedly) hid/ buried it in the compost heap but ‘somehow’ it always managed to appear again. We reckon the dog must have killed it himself and was damned if someone was going to take his ‘prize’ away from him.
God I miss him! He was the best!
When my dog was younger, he would eat anything softer than steal. Rounding out at a whopping ten pounds, his jaws had the pounds per square inch of a pnumatic vise. He ate everything and tempted his own fate almost every day. He is football brown and many a day it was tempting to go for three points.
Anyway, he attacked my girlfriends hair brush and gnawed it to pieces. Hours later, he went to his papers to take care of business. I lived odd hours and it was easier to paper train him than to take him out to poop.
Unknown to me, a dog cannot digest human hair. His poop was linked together like sausage from my girlfriends brush. The poor dog had no idea what to do so he just decided to run around the apartment in hopes of out running his fresh delivery.
I had no choice but to grab a paper towel and join in the chase.
The poor dog had no idea what to do and assumed that I was mad a him so he and his cargo did thier best to evade me. I finally caught him and used the paper towel to pull the two foot hair from his ass.
The grossest part was not the pulling of the hair but the idea that this damn dog took a fresh turd on a grand tour of my apartment, bed, cough and lounge chair.