My Dogs Can Get Purty Rank Sometimes, But...
Honest to God, who would want to subject Fideux to this??!!
Lest y'all think this is a last minute April Fools joke...I assure you, it's real, it's out there and, obviously there must be a market for these. Although, Lawsamercy, I don't even want to know the R&D behind this! (pun intended)
Seems to me a change in diet, a check with the vet and some regular romping would take care of the problem. Cuz seriously...if your hound's gassing up the joint so bad you think you need one of these then the pooch has got a major problem.
This site has a wealth of de-stinkafying products I never knew even existed! No charcoal filter buttplugs, however. Their buttpads for humans are as close as you can get to that elusive item.
HT: Barking Moonbat
posted by white trash republican at Saturday, April 01, 2006
12 Comments:
It's a bit like the Pussy Pasty that I invented for cats which is cheaper - you take a used baby soother and stick it where the sun don't shine. BTW Bertie is back with his harem as feisty as ever.
Noooo Thanks....I wouldn't wanna be a tryin t'put this on my Wolf...No Sir! Thats the thing about own'n a Hybrid Wolf...whatever it wants to do...it does...and I'm sure she would not stand still whilst I was a try'n t'put it on her...probably be buy'n m'self a new prostetic hand er two.....
I take it you don't care for kitties, Patrick. Took me a moment to figure out what ya meant-we call 'em "binkies" here. Either way, it was an interesting mental image to start the day with. ; )
I'm strictly a dog person.Kitties don't like me,I don't like them-we have an understanding.
I'm glad to know Bertie's back in saddle again! Poor feller, he'll have them ladies back in line before too long.
Yep, Cookie, my 'kids' wouldn't stand for that no way no how. They'd just rip it apart,then eat the charcoal but I'd never embaress them like that anyway-I got better ways to blow 20 bucks.
However, I am giving thought to getting a case of them buttpads...I know several folks who could benefit from those! : ) Maybe give 'em out as Stocking Stuffers this Christmas!
Oooo....stocking stuffers...great idear madam...hope my wife doesn't read these comments...fer my sake...
Notice how I am polite enough not to ask what you were doing on that website in the first place.
Lemuel, you're such a gent.
This conversation feels like home to me. Thanks all for the chuckles (and the farmyard humor.)
Actually, Your Henness, I have 3 kitties but like you I'm not nuts about cats. I got the cats to keep the field mice and chipmunks out of the barn where the chicken feed is. Cats belong in barns not houses - they're too libertarian. Dogs are good Republicans.
I've got 4 dogs and used to have 6 (all rejected orphans like yours) but 2 got elderly and passed on to greener pastures.
Please forgive me if I comment here on your above post. It's easier because the above post choked me up a bit. It was so moving and lively that I can't bring myself to read it again and comment on it. Thank you. I'll read it again later.
Did you read my stories about dogs that I have known?
HaHa! Yes indeedy...cats have a place-and it is in the barn! We currently have a stray that has taken up residence in ours and that's fine with me. She/he? is a friendly sort and my youngest is just crazy about it. Again, fine with me. She fusses and worries about it and even tries to put it to bed every evening in the barn-like a furry babydoll.
Are the dog stories on your blog? There's so much stuff there, Patrick I often just take in a bit at a time, but I would sure like to read 'em.
I have had the pleasure of knowing several wonderful and loyal doggies in my time as well. Doug, Steve and Ben just to name a few.
Doug was notable cuz he would steal your beer if you weren't looking. He could only manage cans, however, bottles were tricky for him. He would hold it in his mouth and tilt his head back and go to gulping it down-sweardagawd! He figured this out on his own-I didn't teach him that!
He could be a mean drunk, though. Had to keep a close eye on him.
Dogs have masters, cats have staff.
I'm glad to see that you and yours were unhurt by the storms.
Yep, we got lucky this time Lem, we was in a pocket of clear all day yesterday, but you could see the black mean looking clouds to the north and to the south of us. I got alittle nervous for a bit there, but it never swung down our way.
Just to the south of us they got SOFTBALL size hail...OMG. That'd kill ya dead if you was out in it!
Got up this morning to find out folks to the east of us in TN.,IL. and KY. weren't so lucky.
I'm sure you didn't teach Doug to drink. No, you'd never do that. Dogs I've known:
Chummy.
Punchy.
Thanks for the links,Patrick! I will mosey on over and give'em a read.
Doug was about the most brightest dog I ever had. They say dogs have intellience on the level of a 2 or 3 yr. old child, but he was like a very precocious 5 yr. old, I'd say. Seriously, he figured the beer thing out on his own. He was very observant...and sneaky!
I named him Doug cuz I wanted him to have a name he could spell easily. ; )
"I named him Doug cuz I wanted him to have a name he could spell easily."
You're too funny.
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