returning noticeboards from the show to Mold ( which is a town by the way) and with egg deliveries, today has been somewhat of an anticlimax.
Now, I know I hardly live a life that's roaring away in the fast lane so to speak, but with all of the build up of the Flower Show, the day itself and a visit from old friends on Saturday has meant that things recently have been all a bit frenetic and incredibly "sociable"
Today, things are back to normal.
Well, when I say normal.....I actually mean kind of normal .........(for me)
Yesterday William somehow got hold of a whole load of French apericube cheese squares complete with their foil wrappers ( Chris had organised a Gallic themed meal for our guests)
Today he ( William not Chris btw) has passed what seems like a hundred weight of what can only be described as "glittering stools!" many of which still seem to have a tiny cows head staring out from them...
I had to smile at this slightly surreal turn of events when I brandished my pooper scooper plastic bag in the centre of the village!
Saturday.....I experienced the dizzy excitement of the Flower Show.... today I face the adrenaline rush of gold colour dog sh*t!
Go Figure
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Well, at least it came pre wrapped this time lol.
ReplyDeleteAh, the little surprises our dogs prepare for us. I took care of my parents' dog for several months, and picked up more poop-embedded "scrunchy" hairbands than I care to admit. At least William's involved food!
ReplyDeleteJohn,
ReplyDeleteYour blog should be bottled and put on prescription. I am still in stitches over the little cows heads..
A challenging 'stool' week, one way or another. How is George btw?
Thank goodness for the flower show.
So which flavour does he prefer?
ReplyDeleteJane x
It's just like winning gold at the Olympics!
ReplyDeletefrom la vache qui rit a la chien qui chie... a "classic"! LOL!
ReplyDeleteLOL! I remember when Jack ate a bunch of "wiggle eyes" (for crafts). he had piles that looked at me! :-)
ReplyDeleteChiggers, live in grass and otherwise - probably a type of mite. They burrow under your skin causing irritation and when you scratch them they itch more than if you left them alone. Soldiers and others use nail polish to kill the little devils.
What a life you lead, John the dogs!
ReplyDeleteGlitter sh*t. Wow.
How is George?
he's a lot better now,,, back to his normal chirpy self!!!!! thnk you both for asking
ReplyDeleteLong time ago I could not get home to take care of my collie for over twelve hours. He ate the loaf of Christmas stollen. He deserved it.
ReplyDeleteOh the perils of life on the farm. Have a great week John.
ReplyDeleteI shouldn't laugh - poor William. Glad he's back to his chirpy self even if he might be somewhat unpopular with Chris. All of you have a great week
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing what makes it through a dog's GI tract!
ReplyDeleteMy Mum's old mutant labrador, once ate tinsel at Christmas. We found him wondering around with a strand hanging free from his rectum. My Mum did the honours in tinsel removal.
One of my old Elkhounds once ate the wrapper to a three pack of Hershey's Peanut Butter Cups. Found the intact, crumpled wrapper ontop of his daily pile!
Living in the country or on a hobby farm , it doesn't take much to entertain us now does it ? Our Miggy is a poop machine and a bucket mouth lol ! Have a great day !
ReplyDeleteYears ago I had a female dog named Kippy who ate the entire crotch out of a pair of jeans (not mine!). That stupid dog would have BM's that contained no organic matter whatsoever.
ReplyDeleteOh my, your post (and the comments!) have me laughing out loud. An excellent way to start the day!
ReplyDeleteHa ! You have way too much excitement and fun at your place...lol.
ReplyDeleteHA! Even your pooper scooper duties aren't boring! (And I'm not altogether sure I'd want to live in a town called Mold... makes my sinuses twitch just to think about it.)
ReplyDeleteAs a former Engerlish teecha I have a keen eye for mis-spelling and you appear to have missed a letter "u" out of Mould - a town that is renowned for its Mouldy cheese. Still not all of us can be purrfect.
ReplyDeleteLes shits qui rit. Ha ha ha ha ha hahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteI'm dying here! "...tiny cows head staring out from them..." Thanks for the laugh.
ReplyDeleteJanet
I'm dying here! "...tiny cows head staring out from them..." Thanks for the laugh.
ReplyDeleteJanet
I just love reading your posts. They just make my day.
ReplyDeleteThank you for, um, "leaving it to our imagination". LOL!
ReplyDeleteFunny way to start my day this morning, thank you!!
The vache is obviously having the last rire.
ReplyDeleteAnd how is it that some dogs excrete their entire body weight (gold foil wrapped or not) each and every day?
ReplyDeleteI'm new to your blog but with posts like that I am coming back for more. You make me laugh. My dog once ate my glove and it got stuck on the way out. He ran off with it hanging out of his bum. When my husband finally caught up with him he had to do the honours and give it a bit of a tug to remove. Dog was not impressed, nor was my husband.
ReplyDeletewelcome moon
ReplyDeleteglad that I have been the catalyst for other dog poo/ingestion stories!
ha ha ha ! we had a dog once eat all the foil wrapped chocolates on the Christmas tree.
ReplyDelete"All that glitters is not gold...."
Our dog Jack loves to eat rubber band which can be a bit disconcerting when using the pooper scooper!
ReplyDeleteThat is so funny, and so are the comments!
ReplyDeleteYou are so funny John.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite experience like this was when my big ol' yellow dog ate an entire box of crayons. The piles were quite colorful! LOL!
ReplyDeleteAnother time he got in to those little plastic squeezy bottles of food coloring. I came home to a blue and green dog and a blue floor. (And I have no idea where those bottles came from, but he brought home a turkey carcass one Christmas day, so maybe someone had left them outside? grin)
My favorite experience like this was when my big ol' yellow dog ate an entire box of crayons. The piles were quite colorful! LOL!
ReplyDeleteAnother time he got in to those little plastic squeezy bottles of food coloring. I came home to a blue and green dog and a blue floor. (And I have no idea where those bottles came from, but he brought home a turkey carcass one Christmas day, so maybe someone had left them outside? grin)
Neil & Antoinette and Cro's comments made me giggle as much as your blog entry.
ReplyDeleteLa vache qui rit from the rire. :-)
There's an old American expression (New York expression): "I'll bet he thinks his shit don't stink."
ReplyDeleteGlittering shit... hmmm...
Haha. :o)
ReplyDeleteHa ha. I've had no laptop nor internet for 10 days which has been hell when I look forward to your daily blogs to make me smile. Still waiting for my Haribo munching Yorkie to 'poo' lovehearts or Tangfastics!
ReplyDeleteOH our little terriers sure do love to get into trouble don't they?!
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