Ok, so the latest trend in my ‘hood is vomit: human vomit. It’s everywhere, huge puddles on the sidewalk. It’s the new dog shit, apparently. Lucky us. Nothing like slipping in a lake of partially digested lasagna!
But this? This is cute. At least, as cute as a huge dump of shit can be. I had actually noticed this pile on my first trip out of the house today and thought, gee, if my dog made that I wouldn’t touch it either, not with a bag or a pole. But luckily, someone out there, some funny person with a real artistic flair, DID want to touch it.
Aw! Cute, eh? And let me tell you, that is a BIG dump, as big as both my fists. And I wasn’t embarrassed at all, standing on Bloor Street West with my phone out, laughing like a loon.
You know, there is a certain amount of hilarity to that :)
Is it just me or does that dog crap resemble the shape of a cooked turkey?
or a remote control car?
I guess, if you aren’t going to pick up after your dog, the very least you (or a stranger) can do is put up a flag to say “don’t step here!”.
Someone STOLE THAT FLOWER!
It was gone today, I swear to you all. No one stole the poop, oh no, of course not that, but the flower that was jammed into the poop? Gone.
A sad day, I tell ya.
Amazing.
And just reading your comment above: EW!?!
It was probably stolen to sell for crack. It’s that kind of corner.
who would want a flower that was covered in dog crap?!
Just the tip has poop on it, you could just, you know, lick it off and it’s like a brand new plastic flower.
this is hilarious!
and on a sidenote, i know you get tattooed by Bill, so are you going to head to the shop opening on may 1st?
Ooh, Kyle! Thanks for the heads up, I will do my best to be there. I’ve been rocking my Remember Pearl Harbor pins for weeks now. Maybe I’ll pop by this week and see what’s what.
apparently it’s from 11 until 6, with an afterparty of sorts from 6 until ten-ish, and i’m sure people will go out from there. i’m not sure what time i’ll be there yet, but sometime before six and then again the official “open house” ends after that.
Thanks!
Also, the doody in question? It’s almost all gone. As of last night, it has dehydrated down to a small clod, smaller than one of my fists. Sad, almost, but triumphant in it’s survival: sitting in a gateway one would expect it to be stepped on or kicked. I suppose it’s vast size enabled it’s longevity.