The smell of dog poop

I've got one that loves the smell of it, and she loves the taste of it too! She prefers it warm and fresh, but if I've failed to pick up one dump, and one which has been out all night, and there's nothing 'fresh', then she'll make do with second best! She rarely eats the **** from other males, preferring that of her sister's.

I've done my best to like the dog concerned, but she's a revolting and wretched creature.

Alec.
 
I've got one that loves the smell of it, and she loves the taste of it too! She prefers it warm and fresh, but if I've failed to pick up one dump, and one which has been out all night, and there's nothing 'fresh', then she'll make do with second best! She rarely eats the **** from other males, preferring that of her sister's.

I've done my best to like the dog concerned, but she's a revolting and wretched creature.

Alec.


Alec, this made me both laugh my head off and want to throw up at the same time, your dog is seriously gross!
i don't mind pooh, it's puke i cant stand, makes me gag until i go blind with tears and throw up myself!
 
I've got one that loves the smell of it, and she loves the taste of it too! She prefers it warm and fresh, but if I've failed to pick up one dump, and one which has been out all night, and there's nothing 'fresh', then she'll make do with second best! She rarely eats the **** from other males, preferring that of her sister's.

I've done my best to like the dog concerned, but she's a revolting and wretched creature.

Alec.
Perhaps getting a dog is a bad idea after all!!!!!!!
 
As a rule I can generally cope with dog poop. I've always had a preference for horse poop though (yes, I know that sounds highly weird but you know what I mean).

Anyway, I shall try and describe my dog poop story from this last weekend as I don't see why others shouldn't share the pain.

Walked the dogs as normal Friday afternoon/evening. Rufus found yet another dead squirrel to carry about for a while but this isn't unusual for him, the daft article.

I was actually going out Friday night, so off I poddled for a lovely dinner with my mates. Lovely food, lovely company, got home about 10.30pm. Well.........I could smell it the second I opened the front door.

It's fair to say (without going into graphic detail) there was proper nasty watery poop all over the kitchen. Ooh it was glorious after being stuffed full of steak & ale pie and chips!!

The process of elimination revealed Rufus to be the culprit (I have three dogs) as he was also being sick, poor chap. Now, Rufus is NEVER poorly and is the cleanest dog on the planet so this came as quite a shock that it was him.

Because he's not a sickly dog we took a trip to the vets on Saturday morning and lo and behold he had a temperature, so I don't think the squirrel is entirely to blame. He's as right as a bobbin now, not quite back to full food rations but not far off and no more 'incidents'.
 
Mmmm...... know what you mean. Advance apologies to those of a sensitive stomach but anyway.....

We've got two dogs here, if someone does do a dooby doo on the mat then forensic examination will usually reveal the culprit, if the cowed looks and furtive eyes of the guilty party doesn't give them away. Terrier-dog without fail always takes the sins of the world upon himself, dear little man, and when black-and-white bitch commits an indiscretion then he always, always, acts terribly guilty and ashamed about it, bless him.

Yesterday the farrier was here. I was convinced I'd cleared up EVERY flippin shred of hoof-parings, but oh no, black & white bitch obviously managed to find a piece of it and gobbed it down, I thought I knew where she was but nope; result = a nice little pungent present on the floor this morning :( I didn't need to ask who'd dunnit.

Terrier-dog always, without fail, produces either a steaming heap of putrid vomit OR a nice pile of yucky poo, if he's been out in the big field hunting moles. They really don't agree with him, yet he still goes out there and digs them out, silly little man, he just needs to feel he's helping out in the overall War against Invaders. He just hasn't made the connection that they're not a wise choice - dogs don't normally eat moles, and he digs them up, picks them out, tries to swallow them, and then chucks them back up again, but in that time they obviously are upsetting his sensitive little tum. Dear of him.

Think the worst ever episode was when I'd done the horses' legs with Pig Oil & Sulphur, had the dogs outside in the yard with me, and I'd put down the little plastic bucket with it in and not realised the dogs were gobbing it up. Euuuewww, the resulting tummy upset they had because of it was sheer volcanic; a real gas-mask vapourisation job. I'm very careful where I put the damned stuff down now......

But if you think dog's doobies is awful; then cats dooh dahs is even worse. One of the cats consistently goes out and poops in trad-lad's stable. It REEKS. By gawd, it really honks in there, to the extent that trad-lad won't go in there if puss has committed her Deed.

Aaarrrgghhh!!!!
 
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As a rule I can generally cope with dog poop. I've always had a preference for horse poop though (yes, I know that sounds highly weird but you know what I mean).

Anyway, I shall try and describe my dog poop story from this last weekend as I don't see why others shouldn't share the pain.

Walked the dogs as normal Friday afternoon/evening. Rufus found yet another dead squirrel to carry about for a while but this isn't unusual for him, the daft article.

I was actually going out Friday night, so off I poddled for a lovely dinner with my mates. Lovely food, lovely company, got home about 10.30pm. Well.........I could smell it the second I opened the front door.

It's fair to say (without going into graphic detail) there was proper nasty watery poop all over the kitchen. Ooh it was glorious after being stuffed full of steak & ale pie and chips!!

The process of elimination revealed Rufus to be the culprit (I have three dogs) as he was also being sick, poor chap. Now, Rufus is NEVER poorly and is the cleanest dog on the planet so this came as quite a shock that it was him.

Because he's not a sickly dog we took a trip to the vets on Saturday morning and lo and behold he had a temperature, so I don't think the squirrel is entirely to blame. He's as right as a bobbin now, not quite back to full food rations but not far off and no more 'incidents'.
Oh God I wish I hadn't read that just before sitting down to supper! I do so agree about the horse poo - I can even pick it up in my hands if need be but dog and cat poo is definitely an acquired taste.
 
Will never ever get the picture of my little chi (Kevin) with a poo hanging out of his mouth like a dodgy cigar, out of my head. I saw him go to do it, and shouted no, but was too late. Fortunately he doesn't do it so much now. Lordy they can be revolting little things.:)
 
Love dogs - hate the smell of their poo! I revel in the smell of horse poo though and can't pass a pig farm without taking a big noseful in (husband despairs of me on regular occasions) but dog poo? Ugh. I have to hold my nose just to pick it up! Mind you, I find our dogs poop has smelled less offensive since he started the raw food diet. Still pretty honking but no way as bad as it was on dried and canned food.
 
Had to help big collie out the other day.....he went for a poop but it was still attached and he was looking soooooo embarrassed that I had to have a look. He had been eating grass, long grass, I'm sure you guys can get the rest of the picture. Me middle of a field, collie with poop attached by grass


Let's just say I'm glad I had tissues in my pocket!!
 
My MinPin quite often has "Kling-ons" (as they are called in our house), especially when he has been eating the long grass. Cue me having to chase him round the house with a tissue to "assist" !!!
 
I'll never forget the day I discovered that the dog is frightened of the vacuum cleaner.

Explosively frightened.

All over the sofa.

The smell was eye-watering.
 
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