I was walking down the street with a friend when we saw this dog turd that someone had skidded in.
Me: Nothing beats a yard of poo with a footprint that says “Adidas” mirrored.
Him: It’s beaten by a yard of poo and a print that says “Levis”.
That cracked us both up.
A couple of months later I was walking alone and saw another smeared poo and instantly started chuckling. I called my friend up and said “Hey man, I saw some smeared poo and instantly thought of you” and he was like “What? Huh? Aah, the Levis thing, good one!”
I had what looks like a raccoon or oppossum poop right under the driver’s door of my truck… Luckily, I spotted it when the motion light on my garage turned on!
I was in your company of not having stepped in any for years. Then this past week I detected some hidden “mines” under some leaves at the park. Though I am unsure if the irresponsible pet owner was walking a dog or horse based on the size. 🙁
In our household they are referred to as “dog bombs” and it’s one of my least enjoyable household tasks – collecting up the dog bombs so I don’t step in them, and so I can mow the lawn.
Even the dogs hate dog bombs – if they dig a hole I backfill it with dog bombs. They never dig in the same spot twice. (they move over about a foot and dig a whole new one.
I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY!!!!! (granted, I’m reading this days after it was posted….but still) GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!! or stay, I could use some brilliance up there, it’s kinda lonely for the rest of the voices
Hmm. How about my story of the seaweed-coloured shag-pile carpet, which has the ability to camouflage any dog poo that rested upon it. Since it was indoors, and you don’t often wear shoes indoors, I often had to hop to the bathroom to rinse off that stinky squishy.
Great title. Glad I never had to clean it off suede. (Tip for lug soles: use a hoof pick.)
I was walking down the street with a friend when we saw this dog turd that someone had skidded in.
Me: Nothing beats a yard of poo with a footprint that says “Adidas” mirrored.
Him: It’s beaten by a yard of poo and a print that says “Levis”.
That cracked us both up.
A couple of months later I was walking alone and saw another smeared poo and instantly started chuckling. I called my friend up and said “Hey man, I saw some smeared poo and instantly thought of you” and he was like “What? Huh? Aah, the Levis thing, good one!”
The best schadenfreude. Seeing someone waste their money on expensive stuff to “clean up” some dog poo.
I’m jealous of your record. Last week a local cat crapped on the path to my house, and I got home in the dark…
I had what looks like a raccoon or oppossum poop right under the driver’s door of my truck… Luckily, I spotted it when the motion light on my garage turned on!
I am a family of dog and cat lovers. Four dogs and 11(!) cats. I have not been so lucky.
I am in* a family of dog and cat lovers. Really wish I could edit these posts haha.
… you shouldn’t have written this comic. This is EXACTLY like saying, “Well, it couldn’t get worse,” or “At least it’s not raining.”
You’re doomed now.
Panel 3 looks like a poo ballet!
I was in your company of not having stepped in any for years. Then this past week I detected some hidden “mines” under some leaves at the park. Though I am unsure if the irresponsible pet owner was walking a dog or horse based on the size. 🙁
Cry ‘Havoc!’ and let slip the dog mines of war!
In our household they are referred to as “dog bombs” and it’s one of my least enjoyable household tasks – collecting up the dog bombs so I don’t step in them, and so I can mow the lawn.
Even the dogs hate dog bombs – if they dig a hole I backfill it with dog bombs. They never dig in the same spot twice. (they move over about a foot and dig a whole new one.
In WWII the Allies developed anti-vehicle mines for the resitance that were disquised as cow flops.
I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY!!!!! (granted, I’m reading this days after it was posted….but still) GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!! or stay, I could use some brilliance up there, it’s kinda lonely for the rest of the voices
Hmm. How about my story of the seaweed-coloured shag-pile carpet, which has the ability to camouflage any dog poo that rested upon it. Since it was indoors, and you don’t often wear shoes indoors, I often had to hop to the bathroom to rinse off that stinky squishy.