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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3795 on: April 29, 2013, 09:35:40 AM »
Julian, we call doggy poo on fluffy rear ends "Poopy Pants"; the long fluffy fur on their back legs are pants, you see, so any time something gets stuck there..."She's got a pinecone in her pants!"

Tini, I would have to have taken a picture of the maggot carpet.  That's just so...cool!
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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3796 on: April 29, 2013, 12:33:03 PM »
Mental Magpie, I should have - you can probably tell my age by the fact my first thought wasn't "must preserve this for online distribution" :-).

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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3797 on: April 29, 2013, 12:35:20 PM »
Mental Magpie, I should have - you can probably tell my age by the fact my first thought wasn't "must preserve this for online distribution" :-).

I would want it just for the story telling!  At the tender age of 10, I had my mom take a picture of an infected blister on the bank of my ankle.  It was so pretty and full of colors I just had to have a picture!  I grossed out so many people with that picture but I lost it a few months later.  Still wish I had a picture of it.
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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3798 on: April 29, 2013, 12:48:21 PM »
Ha, I've done that with an enormous bruise on my right arm from when I first tried out archery. It covered the entire inside of my right forearm and turned the most amazing purply-yellow. I still got that photo somewhere. I felt like a five-year-old, proudly showing off my enormous owie.

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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3799 on: April 29, 2013, 02:52:48 PM »
Ha, I've done that with an enormous bruise on my right arm from when I first tried out archery. It covered the entire inside of my right forearm and turned the most amazing purply-yellow. I still got that photo somewhere. I felt like a five-year-old, proudly showing off my enormous owie.

Ah - yes - I've had that one, too.  Summers I was 13 and 14, as I recall.  HUGE bruise.....
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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3800 on: April 29, 2013, 03:45:18 PM »
Last time I logged onto my online photo album the picture of the giant blocked pore in my ear was the cover photo.  I'd love another one of those but apparently the hole has closed up now so it's unlikely I'll get another one that bad.

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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3801 on: April 29, 2013, 05:28:42 PM »
Last time I logged onto my online photo album the picture of the giant blocked pore in my ear was the cover photo.  I'd love another one of those but apparently the hole has closed up now so it's unlikely I'll get another one that bad.

Somehow, that's almost disappointing.
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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3802 on: April 29, 2013, 07:01:00 PM »
Julian, we call doggy poo on fluffy rear ends "Poopy Pants"; the long fluffy fur on their back legs are pants, you see, so any time something gets stuck there..."She's got a pinecone in her pants!"

Hehe, pinecone!   ;D

These days there's more dog than fluff and they get trimmed regularly - no more poopy pants, although they more than make up for it elsewhere.

I forgot one.

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Suzi likes to eat unpleasant things.  She's brought home big clumps of horse poo, and has been known to snack on the contents of the litter box.  Ewww.  Usually I only find out what she's been up to when she hops up for cuddles and licks my face.  Double ewwww. 

Fortunately she seems to have grown out of that.  I've dog-proofed the yard so she can't get to the horse stuff, and now my dear old Milly has passed on there's no need for a litter tray (Salem and Morty are happy going outside.)  So there's much less chance of her finding stray poop anywhere.

Living with dogs has been a huge learning curve.

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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3803 on: April 29, 2013, 08:31:30 PM »
The dog's flatulence just chased my brother and I out of the room.  Smelled like someone opened a jar of pickled eggs in the middle of a skunk den.

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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3804 on: April 29, 2013, 09:37:44 PM »
Julian, we call doggy poo on fluffy rear ends "Poopy Pants"; the long fluffy fur on their back legs are pants, you see, so any time something gets stuck there..."She's got a pinecone in her pants!"

Hehe, pinecone!   ;D

These days there's more dog than fluff and they get trimmed regularly - no more poopy pants, although they more than make up for it elsewhere.

I forgot one.

You kiss your mother with that mouth?

Suzi likes to eat unpleasant things.  She's brought home big clumps of horse poo, and has been known to snack on the contents of the litter box.  Ewww.  Usually I only find out what she's been up to when she hops up for cuddles and licks my face.  Double ewwww. 

Fortunately she seems to have grown out of that.  I've dog-proofed the yard so she can't get to the horse stuff, and now my dear old Milly has passed on there's no need for a litter tray (Salem and Morty are happy going outside.)  So there's much less chance of her finding stray poop anywhere.

Living with dogs has been a huge learning curve.

I hate finding that out the hard way...or like when a dog has rolled in a cow pie and you don't figure it out until they're up on the couch next to you, or worse, in bed.


She seriously did have a pinecone stuck in her pants; it was about the size of an oblong baseball.  We only noticed because she tried to sit then jump right back up, looking at her pants like, "What is going on there?!"
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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3805 on: April 29, 2013, 10:18:41 PM »
I don't know what kind of rodent is making the puddle of decomp that I smell....but the downstairs is rapidly getting gross.  The guys can't smell it or refuse to admit that they do so they don't have to join the cleanup efforts...I'm not sure which.

Any one want to play "Find The Puddle"?
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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3806 on: April 29, 2013, 10:21:05 PM »
I am sitting in my living room. My girl cat goes down the hallway and all of a sudden I hear something that sounds like water running. I get up and my cat goes tearing down the hallway. Why she decided to pee in my hallway I will never know.  >:(

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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3807 on: April 29, 2013, 11:05:08 PM »
I hate finding that out the hard way...or like when a dog has rolled in a cow pie and you don't figure it out until they're up on the couch next to you, or worse, in bed.


She seriously did have a pinecone stuck in her pants; it was about the size of an oblong baseball.  We only noticed because she tried to sit then jump right back up, looking at her pants like, "What is going on there?!"

Poor doggy!  It can't have been comfortable (or pleasant!)

Talking of cow pies...  the new gate had a large puddle under it, which just wouldn't drain.  Well, we had a dry summer and it did eventually evaporate.  The dogs got out under it one day, which I only found out by accident (a visitor had left, forgotten something and came back, while I was passing it to her Suzi came trotting down the road).  Molly followed soon after - and my little grey and white fluffball was green.  Fresh cow pie all over her.  She knew she'd done wrong as soon as she saw me, and tried to rub it off on the grass.  That didn't work, and she got a bath for her troubles.  Molly hates baths.   >:D

(I ended up wiring plastic garden edging to the bottom of the gate like a mudflap.  Last week I finally had the driveway graded and regravelled, so no more mudflap needed.  And NO room for wriggly doggy escapes.)

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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3808 on: April 30, 2013, 01:40:33 PM »
I don't know what kind of rodent is making the puddle of decomp that I smell....but the downstairs is rapidly getting gross.  The guys can't smell it or refuse to admit that they do so they don't have to join the cleanup efforts...I'm not sure which.

Any one want to play "Find The Puddle"?

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Re: Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart
« Reply #3809 on: April 30, 2013, 01:49:06 PM »
I went into a restaurant bathroom stall.  We were there early for lunch, and they must have just cleaned the bathroom, you could see water on the floor in places (smelled like cleaner).

I sat and didn't notice that there was a puddle of it by my feet. I was wearing loose cotton pants and thought I was holding them up.

When I was done I pulled up my pants and felt wet on my thigh.  Then stinging. Yay, mop water on my thigh. Blargh!  Luckily we could run home and I could change and shower and toss the pants in the wash.  I haven't had the heart to look and see if they were bleached or not.