About six weeks ago, Maggie from Oh My Dog posted a link on Facebook to her blog post. The post was about poop.
In the comments I said, “Poop makes the best posts.”
And she responded, “They do make the best posts!” (Or something close to that.)
I don’t know about you, but I get the best comments when I post about poop. Seriously, the comments are the absolute best.
I have a theory about why that is.
Wanna hear it? Of course you do, you wouldn’t still be reading if you didn’t.
The reason poop posts make the best posts is simple.
Everybody poops. Everybody’s dog poops. It’s something we all have in common and therefore we can all relate to it.
I can tell you a story about Delilah and how she climbed up to get a hamburger bun out of the sink, and you will laugh, because it is funny.
EXCEPT… if you’ve never had a counter surfer (or a dog large enough to reach the sink) you will find it amusing, but not relatable.
BUT every one of you has a poop story. Whether it’s your own, or your dogs, you have a story. Every. Single. One. Of. You.
I can tell you, that right now we have a lot of snow and more came yesterday. It is piled up close to four feet high on the sides of the road. This means there is no where for the dogs to poop on our walks, so they have to poop in the street.
Now many of you don’t have snow, don’t walk in snow and there may even be some of you who have never seen snow. BUT you can still relate because odds are, if you have a dog, that dog has in fact pooped somewhere it shouldn’t have.
So when I share with you about the time I didn’t judge the ‘grab’ and I ended up with a wee bit of poo on the tip of my finger, you can understand that even though I wiped it on grass, I knew that shit touched my finger and I fixated on it the entire walk, until I finally got home and could wash my hands.
Or the time the only bag I had split and I was able to mickey rig it together, but searched every paper box we passed for a plastic bag I could commandeer, to ensure my ‘treasure’ didn’t get lost on the way home.
Um, there also might have been a time I was walking the dogs and went to pick up a poop and dropped it on my foot. My foot that was in open toed sandals. I dropped the poop on my toe, and immediately flicked my foot like the turd was a hacky sack. I opened my mouth and squealed.
Good thing I’m not good with the hacky sack, that could have been a whole different poop story.
I bet you have your own awesome poop stories. I’d love for you to share them in the comments.
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