Tag Archive for 'poop'

Because I Feel the Need to Share

Sedona In Bed Yawning

You don’t need to know this. You probably don’t want to know this. You won’t be better for knowing after you read it.

This is purely a self-indulgent post because I need to share.

It’s about dogs pooping. (You’re welcome for the lack of visual aids.)

Sedona is a “real dog.” She is a lab-border collie mix. She is 60 pounds, strong, active, feisty, smart, fun. When she needs to go, she will stand at the back door and give me a signal. I open the door, she saunters out into the back yard, spots a spot, sniffs a sniff, squats and poops. Sometimes, I just open the door and she goes out and poops.

Oliver is a “pretend dog.” He is a Shih-Tzu. He is 20 pounds, lazy, needs grooming regularly, lazy, needy, lazy, and lazy. Oliver needs a friggin’ announcement. He never has stood at any door suggesting he would like to poop outside.

Oliver mailbox.

The first time he hears that, he raises his head from his curled up spot on the blanket on his couch.

Oliver MAILBOX you lazy lump of fur.

This usually gets him standing up looking at me as if to say, “you talkin’ to me?”

%$*&^|%^{}]  Oliver ^%^^8087%  Mailbox!!! %^(*

This will get him to jump down off the couch, stretch and mosey to the front door all the while looking at me as if to question how I know he needs to shit.

We have a leash law. Oliver does not wear a leash. Oliver is too good for a leash. Oliver has a routine:

Walk down drive, pee on car tire, walk to mailbox, sniff bush, pass, sniff mailbox, pee on mailbox.

Oliver! %$# (*&& $_)({|]\%$^ This Way!

This gets him to trot to the corner stop sign. Sniff. Pee. Sniff.

C’mon hurry UP.

Now the true Oliver Poop Routine kicks into another gear. Remember, prior to this, only pee was evacuated.

Walk to side yard, look for place to move from street to yard, move into yard, move back to street, move to different spot in street to cross to yard, move into yard, trot, sniff, hop, circle, circle, hop, sniff, trot, circle, circle, sniff, sniff,  trot, trot, trot, circle.  Move to different part of yard, circle, circle, sniff, trot, circle, circle, poop.

Oliver and I are a lot alike. The only thing that gets us off the couch is a good shit.

Sad Shih Tzu

Rule of Sixty: Appointment, Lunch, Wear Lunch to Appointment


Rule of Sixty: If I have an appointment and need to grab a quick bite, it will end up in my lap.

Proof:  Taco Bell Fresco Bean Burrito when bitten on one end will squish all the ingredients (mostly refried beans) out the other end with sufficient force to squirt out the other end on the perfect trajectory to land in my crotch.

Wiped off refried beans when dry looks exactly like I pooped my pants.
Appointment delayed only slightly.

Speaking of poop, I love this commercial.
I went #2, but I look like #1… I poo in blue…

Oliver Learns from The Family Circus

Oliver is our Shit-Zoo. He is the only dog that is allowed to go off-leash to do his duty in the front yard. The others are relegated to piling up their poo in the fenced backyard because they can not be trusted to focus.

The “others” tend to get distracted by squirrels, other dogs, each other, cars, clouds, leaves, airplanes, and just general barkiness.

Oliver knows his  mission when he and I leave the front door. He focuses on finding the perfect spot to pee. He always finds more than one perfect place.

He follows the Family Circus route to urinate.

I think he needs Flomax.

(Not to scale - some colors may vary)

Penguin Poop Percieved from Space Place


I was conflicted: shall I alliterate or rhyme the headline?

If you know someone who is acting more important than they really are, a snappy retort is: “s/he thinks his sh*t doesn’t stink.”

Penguins are important. Yes, their sh*t stinks, but it’s also visible from outer space.

Cool.

The astronauts are cruising a few hundred miles above the terra firma and look down on Antarctica and see this giant reddish brown stain on the ice.

Yikes! Would you mention it to your fellow astronauts if you noticed earth had skid marks?

Turns out that Penguin poop can be seen from outer space-ace-ace-ace (echo effect is turned on).

Imagine the relief when you finally did tell somebody and they jumped up and down and were happy because that meant it was now your job to track the trail of Penguin poop?

You Forgot To Wipe

You Forgot To Wipe

Big Box Store Talks About Poop In Their Ad Today

Eeven Home Depot likes to talk about poop. In their ad today, Nancy noticed they have a new organic fertilizer. Terracycle Liquified Worm Poop. That’s much more clear than calling it Liquified Worm Castings, the for realz name.

He was inspired by friends who were using worm castings (that’s “poop” to you and me) to grow “really nice plants,” as he likes to say, in their basement.

I’d like the see the teenie-weenie toilets the worms poop in.

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