Poop Already!
My dog, Pooj,  is the inspiration for this gag. It takes him FOREVER to find the absolute, most precise spot to relieve himself. No matter which direction we go, no matter what the outside temperature, no matter how much time it takes, he will stall, and sniff, and prance, go around and back around again until finally… he swerves in a little circle and lets go. I really can’t say why, but I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for it… if you’re a dog, that is.
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More fiber.
My dog needed a hill. He couldn’t just go on any patch of grass, he had to creep up some available incline with his butt hanging out until he ran out of leash and then he’d take a dump.
So you know what it’s like. Another thing is that my dog will look right at me while he’s pooping. What could he be thinking? “A little privacy, please?” I mean, it’s not like he’s doing his business right in the middle of everywhere! Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have a magazine to flip through like we do?
My dog also does this. She will wear out a patch of grass finding that poop sweet spot.
I wonder what they’re searching for? Perhaps there’s some sort of scent marked poop target?
I figure they have to check in with their P.P.S. (Poop Positioning Sattelite). Check this out.
hehehe. Now that’s patience. 🙂
He’s a zombie, he’s got plenty of time.