Adding an exciting element of danger to dog ownership:

Discussion in 'Other Pets & Livestock' started by Oblio13, Aug 17, 2008.

  1. Oblio13

    Oblio13 Songster

    Jan 26, 2008
    New Hampshire
    My wife brought home a spring-loaded-claw-thingee (that's a technical term some of you without scientific backgrounds may be unaware of - apologies in advance for the technically sophisticated language) for scooping up dog poop. We've taken to calling it the "Pooflinger" (pronounced like the name "Hoflinger" so as not to sound too low-brow).

    Our young Great Dane is already pinching out ones the diameter of beer cans, and we fling them into the weeds. The thing is, your sense of timing has to be perfect with the Pooflinger, or disaster results.

    I'm ordinarily willing to post self-deprecatory pictures, but not this time.

    Let's just say that danger is the spice of life, and I'm living on the ragged edge...
  2. EllyMae

    EllyMae Songster

    Yeah, I feel your pain...I accidentally hit the bird feeder station with "not so perfect" timing. Let's just say I quickly slinked back in the house hoping DH wouldn't notice...
  3. lurky

    lurky Songster

    Jun 4, 2007
    Western MA
    [​IMG] I love my little dogs [​IMG]
  4. Chirpy

    Chirpy Balderdash

    May 24, 2007
    Ha, ha, ha! [​IMG]

    I really would love to see some pictures of that little 'goof'!

    I love living on 40 acres were we seldom have to pooper scoop, just occasionally up by the house.
  5. EllyMae

    EllyMae Songster

    We live on 20 acres and the ONLY reason I have to use one of those things is because I have a dumb basset hound that insists on depositing her packages right at the porch steps, lol. We love her dearly but she just isn't our brightest bulb in the package:D
  6. Mahonri

    Mahonri Urban Desert Chicken Enthusiast

    May 14, 2008
    North Phoenix
    My Coop
    but she just isn't our brightest bulb in the package

    Some dogs are just like that....

    Yeah sometimes the porch light's on but nobody's home.

    Sometimes, the elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor.

    At times they are just a few french fry's short of a Happy Meal.

    He's a couple buttons short on his remote.

    Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

    They're not the brightest Crayon in the box...

    The "A" button is missing on the keyboard.

    He's missing middle "C".

    One brick short of a load.

    If he had a brain, it would be lonesome.

    He couldn't cut soft butter with a hot knife!

    He couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag.

    As useless as teats on a bull.

    One sandwich short of a picnic.

    Half a bubble off plumb.

    He has his solar panels on the north side.

    He would have told the captain of the Titanic, "Full Speed Ahead!"

    He lives in a Tinker Toy castle.

    He's not playing with a full deck of cards.

    He only has one oar in the water.

    One sandwich short of a picnic.

    One enchilada short of a combo platter!

    He's having a brain fart.

    He couldn't pour pee out of his boot with the directions written on the heel.

    More useless than a football bat.

    About as sharp as a marble.

    A few clowns short of a circus.

    Not the brightest bulb on the Christmas Tree.

    A few beers short of a six-pack.

    Dumber than a box of hair.

    Smart as a rock.

    A few peas short of a casserole.

    Doesn't have all his Cornflakes in one box.

    One Fruit Loop shy of a full bowl.

    A few feathers short of a whole duck.

    All foam, no beer.

    The cheese slid off his cracker.

    Body by Fisher, brains by Mattel.

    He fell out of the Stupid tree and hit every branch on the way down.

    An intellect rivaled only by garden tools.

    As smart as bait.

    Chimney's clogged.

    Forgot to pay his brain bill.

    Her sewing machine's out of thread.

    His antenna doesn't pick up all the channels.

    His belt doesn't go through all the loops.

    If she had another brain, it would be lonely.

    No grain in the silo.

    Proof that evolution can go in reverse.

    Receiver is off the hook.

    Several nuts short of a full pouch.

    Skylight leaks a little.

    His Slinky's kinked.

    He's like surfing in Nebraska.

    He's got too much yardage between the goal posts.

    Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

    24 cents short of a quarter.

    The wheel's spinning, but the hamster's dead.

    A few cards short of a deck.

    His brother was an only child.

    Pretty house ... nobody home.

    A few bees short of a hive.

    He's a few pixels short of the big picture.

    An egg roll short of a Pu Pu Platter.

    He's got a hole in his bag of marbles.

    His cord doesn't quite reach the outlet.

    He's a few channels short of cable.

    If clues were shoes he'd be barefooted.

    If his brains were dynamite, he couldn't blow his nose!

    And rast but not reast

    He's eating with only one chopstick.​
  7. Hangin Wit My Peeps

    Hangin Wit My Peeps

    Apr 20, 2008
    Birnamwood, Wisconsin
    The size of beer cans!!!!!! [​IMG] [​IMG] Ummm ya, good luck with that! [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG]
  8. 2boxers

    2boxers Songster

    Feb 16, 2008
    Halifax Co Virginia
    I am very fortunate that my dogs go out into the tall grass to do the doo. We even made up a song about it. It goes like this:

    "I like poopin* in the tall grass
    I like poopin in the tall grass
    I like poopin in the tall grrrraaaaassssssssss!
    Wanna know why?
    Cause it tickles my................."

    God help me if I ever have to fling poop.

    *cleaned up to try to be family friendly.
  9. MissPrissy

    MissPrissy Crowing

    May 7, 2007
    Forks, Virginia
    You are insane [​IMG]
  10. fowltemptress

    fowltemptress Frugal Fan Club President

    Jan 20, 2008
    I hate those spring loaded claw thingies . . . I use a rake looking scooper majiggle. Much less mess. I have small dogs and normally wouldn't bother with scooping if it weren't for a horribly traumatic experience I had in sixth grade. My brother and I were throwing rocks at each other (can't you just feel the love in that sentence?), when he grabbed something that looked like a rock to throw at me. I suppose I should feel lucky it wasn't a rock, because it would have broken all my teeth on the way to landing IN MY MOUTH! I'll let y'all figure out what it really was . . . I spent the next decade brushing my teeth with bleach and boiling hot water (I wish).
    Not sure why I care . . . I trounce barefoot everywhere and kiss my chickens. I'm probably teeming with germies . . . but I still get grossed out thinking about it.

    Just thought I'd share [​IMG]

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