Our rescue group just turned a year old and volunteer Susie took a cake to the office today. I had to drop something off there, so I ate a slice–yum!
Someone had also brought a Barbie Potty Training Taffy set, because as all the fosters and volunteers know, almost 3700 dogs and cats transported equals a LOT of pet poop.
I’m thrilled at the success of this organization. And I was also happy because Barbie and Taffy made me think of my own Potty Training set, one that Rhonda and Lindsey gave me back in 2008 on my birthday.
Barbie and Tanner
The dog poops? GROSS….
and when Dash does his business, yes … GROSS.
The in-between owners of what became my Parents’ new home, was a bunch of wild cats that somehow missed the domestication. The entire grounds of weeds became their fortress, their playground, their nightclub, their strip joint, their toilet. After the Parents’ moseyed into town, the only remnants of Catland was the toilet. Now, one of their dogs doesn’t chase the cats; it eats their poop. But, if I could get those wild cats to eat the dogs’ poop in return…
Cat poop = Tootsie Rolls to dogs.
Rank!
HA!
Circle of life. Or something like that.
If. I. Start. Singing. That. On. The. Toilet…
It took me a while to realize the dog’s name is Taffy. I was visualizing dogs chewing on taffy as a “reward” for potty training. :p
That’d be a meaner snack than peanut butter!
HA! Happy Birthday RPM!
When I looked at the Barbie & Taffy training kit and noticed the poo….. In my head I thought “no shit?” they put poo in there? They I actually Laughed out loud.
* THEN I actually laughed out loud.
My worst nightmare. A typo on Becky’s page. Ugh. Feeling as if I went on the rug.
I am one of those people who’s left the “l” out of “public” in business documents that went to clients. I don’t judge typos.
First they eat the little brown kibble from their dog bowls. Then the little brown pellets exit under their tails. Truest illustration ever of the phrase, “Shit in, shit out.”
Blimey. A Year already. I’m guessing it must take up an awful lot of Timothy’s time? When does that boy find time to work?
It consumes him. That group has done amazing things, and he’s been a big part of it. Notice he doesn’t blog anymore, except to handle their social media.
Yes, it’s a shame, but understandable. RPM and working to pay the bills must take up all of his time.
Yep. I miss his blog–which is crazy, because he lives twenty feet away. I’ll always love reading him, though.