I know that recycling is great for Mother Earth, but when we use that specific word around here, it’s usually in different context than what most (READ: people who aren’t crazy enough to have a kennel of dogs) think of it as. And yes, dog people, you are guessing where this is going, I just know you are! So don’t deny, you’ve probably had this situation before.
See, we have a recycling PROBLEM around here. Yes, some of my dogs eat poo, sometimes their own and sometimes only at specific temperatures. And we have come to realize that Brogan is a big offender. He does not discriminate. We split Brogan and Greta up this weekend (Yeah! New kennel built!!) and we have confirmed that he does eat his own poo. Matt has gone out there to scoop no poo from his kennel and shovelfuls from the others. So, he must be a recycler. We thought it may be Greta, and she may very well be, but not on an extreme basis as the boy. It’s a habit, I guess, and very hard to break. In fact, Donna and Matt had this conversation not too long ago:
Donna: “You know, they make these tablets that you can put on their food so they’ll stop eating the poop.”
Matt: “Well, I mean, he eats shit, how much worse do you think it can taste?”
Donna burst out laughing, because, well the truth of the matter is that. Can something that taste like shit really taste any worse? I can make a brownie sundae taste more chocolately if I add some chocolate syrup, but I’m not so sure about the shit taste.
Patsy and Luci are my other “Recyclers”. Luci has cut back as of lately, but Patsy’s season is most definitely winter. We affectionately term them “poopsicles”. She sometimes even tries to sneak them in the house. And the spring thaw is like the Last Supper for her. The snow melts in layers, so every few days or so, it’s turned into another buffet. Sad, I know, that I have to blog about this. Hope you’re not offended, I work in healthcare, and don’t offend easily, so I’m not going to stop.
Tonight, Matt informed me that Polly didn’t eat all of her breakfast before it rained and half of it was soggy. So he tries to “hide” it in the shit pile thinking our Recyclers won’t get it. So what did Brogan do?
Matt: “He found the shit pile.”
Me: “What were you thinking? He’s like ‘Thanks Dad, that’s great, dog food AND shit in one place!’”
Matt just sat there and laughed at me and said, “I never thought of that!”
And you wonder why he needs me……
Delicious 
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