I have a finicky dog...and his name is Titan. He eats his frickin' food one nugget at a time. It is crazy...100lb yellow lab that eats like a dainty little old woman. My other dog scarffs his food down in less than two minutes...with Titan you have to literally sit there so he'll eat. He has anxiety or some stupid thing...it is ridicules! So I decided maybe it is the food.
I mixed some of his old little nugget food with some new Big nugget food. It was amazing, he just picked around the other food to ate the new food all up...and eventually all the food. About six hours later...it hits!
Holl..."Joey what the heck is that smell...."
Me...."oh my gosh...**gagging**...that is the most rank stentch ever!"
Holl.."Which dog is that?"
Me..."it's gotta be Titan."
It was totally Titan. He had/has the worst gas I have ever been sudjected to me all my life. It literally makes yours eyes water.
Me.."Let's take them for a walk"
Holl.."ok, but let's take bags in case of # 2's"
Me..**reluctant**"ok...it is the right thing to do...right?!"
Holl.."we need to be responsible pet owners...."
Ten minutes later...Cain takes a dump...I have to clean it up...should've left it, but I didn't...Holly and I both start gagging uncontrollably...it was pretty gross and funny at the same time. We were laughing at how pathetic we both were because other people always do this...and we had just decided to do this for the first time...it was kind of hillarious. When we finished laughing, we put the poo in the nearest trash can and proceeded.
Ten minutes later...a couple is walking behind us with a kid...Titan decides he need to defacate...and I am like damn! Sure enough...wretched stentch and runny nasty crap...and I have to clean it up.
As I am trying not to puke...
Couple..."Ahh...the joy of having dogs."
Me..face beat red and trying not to vomit..."yah...it's great!"
Holly...trying to not laugh at me histerically..."Dogs are great!"
As they pass...it is all I can do not to spew chunks on the sidewalk and I speedily get rid of sed dookie suprize into the nearest dumpster. Let that be a lesson to all you who want to do the right thing...sometimes doing the right thing stinks!
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Sounds like you're preparing yourself for dirty diapers very nicely!
Roxy always manages to drop one if we forget to bring a bag. Totally craptastic. But I've always went back and got a bag. My grandparents house was the neighborhood dumping grounds and no one ever cleaned it up, it totally sucked. So I vowed never to be THAT person...
Props for doing the right thing, even when it almost knocks you out.
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