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Post by Trip 2011 on Aug 4, 2013 18:55:58 GMT -5
Trip has this odd habit of seeking out clumps of tall grass or bushes when he has to poo. He will turn around and back his butt right up to the grass/bush. The other day he tried to take a poo on a small pine tree. It must have been poking him because he kept backing up and jumping forward and backing up and jumping forward again. I had to laugh; it was impossible not to. Does anyone else's dogs have this odd habit?
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Post by angelollie on Aug 4, 2013 19:21:16 GMT -5
One of my hounds has that habit too ... I have to admit it does look funny and odd. Maybe they just want some privacy by hiding their butts! I also have a hound that walks along when he poops, literally leaving a poop trail about a metre in length.
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Post by moncheri on Aug 5, 2013 8:19:22 GMT -5
Oh Trip! What entertainment you provide!! None of my hounds have had any funny preferences like that, but Emily is still learning that she can poop on the grass - sometimes she will just go on the road or the sidewalk! Lucky for me her poop is firm enough that once picked up you cannot tell where she has gone.
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Post by troysmom on Aug 5, 2013 8:29:19 GMT -5
Troy loved to fixate on the biggest clumps of grass or mounds to pee and poop on. I thought it was really cute. I knew from far away where he was staring to do his business.
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Post by rubylottie14 on Aug 5, 2013 9:03:05 GMT -5
My first greyhound Zak did that reverse into a bush thing, it made me laugh every time. And his tail used to do a weird snake rattle movement too. Quite a few of my greys have made a bee line forclumps of grass to poo on and once Ruby did a poo right on top of a daffodil!
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Post by Trip 2011 on Aug 5, 2013 9:09:01 GMT -5
Hahahaha! Poor daffodil. I wonder why they do that. Sometimes Trip's tail will bend with a kink in the middle while he is in the moment.
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Post by sarajean66 on Aug 5, 2013 16:48:57 GMT -5
doug is the most picky-est pooper! he also needs to be up against, or underneath a bush... but sometimes he does the squat/turn around in circles for a couple seconds and decides that spot "just didn't feel right".... lol and when he finally does poop.... he does not stop moving around... i laugh everytime...
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Post by deboosh on Aug 26, 2013 15:50:04 GMT -5
Troy loved to fixate on the biggest clumps of grass or mounds to pee and poop on. I thought it was really cute. I knew from far away where he was staring to do his business. You've got a better attitude about it than I do. I could almost guarantee that Bonnie knows she's gonna have a pudding poop when she seeks out tall grass or bushes. I think she does it on purpose just to hear me cuss when I try and bag it.
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Post by Midge on Aug 27, 2013 7:11:52 GMT -5
My three now are "normal" poopers, but my Bridge Angel, Hector, used to take poop gymnastics to an art form! While everything came out loggish at home, for some reason he was always a bit of a Pudding Pooper when we were out walking. I learned to carry folded pages of newspaper around so I could slip it under his tush as soon as he squatted. Sure, it might have looked funny... but think about it, it worked.
Worked except when he got it into his head to be... creative, that is. One time he caught me unawares and went on somebody's lawn... just as a young kid was coming out of the garage with the lawnmower. We changed our route after that.
Any time he felt that it was going to be something worth hiding he'd back into a bush. Absolutely NOTHING could stop him, man on a mission and determined to do it. Usually at the same house over on the corner with the beautifully landscaped yard right to the sidewalk, only feet from their living room picture window. He'd get this look in his eye, swing around and back in like a pro (maybe a long rig truck driver in his past life?). It was always that certain consistency as well, it wouldn't quite drop to the ground, nor loose enough to just fly right through. I would have to PICK IT OUT OF THE BRANCHES. I started carrying baby wipes... and we changed our route.
But the winter was the best. After a good, clean snowfall there was nothing better than a little poop art. He'd come to a corner where somebody had shovelled their driveway and piled the snow a 'way up high and he'd swing around... back up... right up the snowbank. Like a bear trying to mark a tree as high as possible. He'd finish, turn around and inspect his "handiwork" and, I swear, grin. Then he'd lift his leg (signing the "artwork"?) and start to saunter off. Made pick up easy, no stooping if I caught it before it started to roll.
This is when we started our habit of walking pre-dawn or after sunset.
There, nothing starts a Tuesday like a good poop story, eh?
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Post by daylight on Aug 27, 2013 8:05:10 GMT -5
Such a good morning laugh...although hard to explain what exactly I am chuckling about :-D
Joker does quite an exaggerated rumba dance throughout his entire delivery....cucaraCHa.. cucaraCHa. ..I can almost hear the castanets!! :-) The more prim and proper Light, in the meantime, looks at him then turns to me with an ' OMG..can we leave him at home?' kind of look.
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Post by Trip 2011 on Aug 27, 2013 20:59:09 GMT -5
My three now are "normal" poopers, but my Bridge Angel, Hector, used to take poop gymnastics to an art form! While everything came out loggish at home, for some reason he was always a bit of a Pudding Pooper when we were out walking. I learned to carry folded pages of newspaper around so I could slip it under his tush as soon as he squatted. Sure, it might have looked funny... but think about it, it worked.
Worked except when he got it into his head to be... creative, that is. One time he caught me unawares and went on somebody's lawn... just as a young kid was coming out of the garage with the lawnmower. We changed our route after that.
Any time he felt that it was going to be something worth hiding he'd back into a bush. Absolutely NOTHING could stop him, man on a mission and determined to do it. Usually at the same house over on the corner with the beautifully landscaped yard right to the sidewalk, only feet from their living room picture window. He'd get this look in his eye, swing around and back in like a pro (maybe a long rig truck driver in his past life?). It was always that certain consistency as well, it wouldn't quite drop to the ground, nor loose enough to just fly right through. I would have to PICK IT OUT OF THE BRANCHES. I started carrying baby wipes... and we changed our route.
But the winter was the best. After a good, clean snowfall there was nothing better than a little poop art. He'd come to a corner where somebody had shovelled their driveway and piled the snow a 'way up high and he'd swing around... back up... right up the snowbank. Like a bear trying to mark a tree as high as possible. He'd finish, turn around and inspect his "handiwork" and, I swear, grin. Then he'd lift his leg (signing the "artwork"?) and start to saunter off. Made pick up easy, no stooping if I caught it before it started to roll.
This is when we started our habit of walking pre-dawn or after sunset.
There, nothing starts a Tuesday like a good poop story, eh? OMG! Too funny!!!
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Post by rubylottie14 on Aug 28, 2013 6:31:00 GMT -5
Priceless!
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Post by lotsoffreetime on Sept 8, 2013 12:11:25 GMT -5
and here I thought Merlin was the only one who sought out the tallest bushiest plants around to torture me with...
and Tiana the only who who did the walking poops...
gotta love our pups! lol...
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Post by rubylottie14 on Sept 8, 2013 13:04:52 GMT -5
Jack (podenco cross) does walking poos - it's really funny - they always end up in a line in 3 dollops!
He also runs into the middle of whereever we are and poos there - in full view of the entire park!
Oh and try finding a poo that's been done a good way off - bloody nightmare!
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Post by Midge on Sept 8, 2013 15:29:31 GMT -5
Well, I think Riggin outdid his Uncle Hector's creativeness the other morning. We were out for an early morning walk down at the park, had just hit the western bit by the river. For anybody not familiar with Springbank Park, half the pathway runs along the river, then it loops back around. We were by the river where there's a high embankment.
Riggin decided that that moment was his (probably because we were past the menacing group of scary Canadian Geese). He wandered off the path and started backing in to the natural growth area. He backed right up to the edge of the embankment and, like a dump truck... he dumped. Now, I firmly believe in picking up after my dogs, because my kids were young once and I remember... ugh. But I tell you, as I heard "it" rolling down the hill, through the underbrush, I thought to myself, "But really, can anybody blame me for not going on a little search and destroy mission here?". I DID pick up what I could reach.
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