Lucy and Linus snack on goose poop …so they had to get expensive vaccinations to protect them nasty bugs that might be in their favorite outdoor snack.
Posts Categorized: Surprise Poops
Dewey is a rescue that came to us at 3 years old and we quickly found out he ate his own poop. Every. SINGLE. Day. We tried to break him of it to no avail. He is 10 now and has a habit of licking his legs which makes him smell like fecal matter. My son made him a shame hat out of a tuna can. I think Dewey feels some shame…..but as he ate his own poop as usual this morning… so maybe not.
I came home to a not-so-nice surprise in my bed.
Sign: “I pooped on Mom’s bed while she was at work. Then I tucked it in. Not sorry.”
I fell asleep on the couch I am not allowed on, then I pooped on the deck! Squirt is our 15-year-old lab who’s achy joints causes her to sneak on the couch and her heading loss fails to warn her when we have arrived home. She also doesn’t care for the three steps it takes to get off the deck, so occasionally she just glances inside to see if anyone is watching and does her duty right on our deck rug! We are so lucky to have a dog with us for so many years, so we don’t mind.
I rolled in Putrid Poop after told NO
Lovely day at the beach in Wales, I was a tad peckish and found some lovely fresh human poo behind a strategically placed rock. Success, some sweetcorn had not been fully digested!
I tucked in and returned to my pet humans with a chocolate covered face. I am a very clever Fox!
Ps. Sea water head-dunkings are not fun!
Walking through downtown Huntington Beach, Ca, Heidi decided it was necessary to poop in the middle of a busy 4-way stop right as two police officers walk by. Needless to say everyone laughed except for me who had to pick it up.
Hi, my name is Kenny. I am a 3 year old dachshund mix. I love to go in the back yard and roll in the smelly gifts the rabbits in my neighbourhood leave for me. My mom on the other hand does not like when I do this especially when she hugs and kisses me without knowing I did it. That’s how I ended up in here.
“I love cat poop so much, I put my head under her butt WHILE SHE’S POOPING.”
And it made for a disgusting bath, complete with rubber gloves for Mom.
Orson hates the rain, and refuses to go outside. While I stood outside trying to coax him out the door, he ran upstairs and pooped. When I chased him up, I saw a little piece. By the time I grabbed something to clean it, he was licking his lips and the poop was gone. He doesn’t normally eat it, he just knew he had done something bad and was trying to hide all the evidence.