Let’s keep that in mind, please. It’s not just about size. It’s about suavemente. The dog is cool. I think that’s being overlooked here.

Framing Putz from dog-envy = bad.

Because Putz = cool.

I’ve got nothing against doggies, big or small, cool or . . . nerdish? . . . but they scare all hell out of some people and ought to be left at home. I don’t even know Putz, but I have the slightest inclination to kick him until he’s dead, just to allow this group of Iowans to focus on the flipping caucus, for God’s sake. What a lot of energy to spend on a pile of poop.

Oh, well. That’s a bit like the caucus sometimes, I s’pose.

Since she’s the owner, she isn’t necessarily doing any hairdressing herself but good point.

Geez, why do they think they are better than me?

-Team Downtown Poopsmith

It was Putz who pooed in the hall all along.

So… on the one hand, I can understand how workers nearby are worried by the presence of a huge creature whose entire raison d’etre is to encase them and everything else in its immediate vicinity in a caccoon of it’s own drool – for that is what dogs are.  They also smell grim, even when regularly washed and brushed.

That said, trying to frame a dog by doing a big pooh in the hall, surely reaches another dimension of sad.

On the other hand, who has separation anguish, the lady or the dog?

Anyone who can’t bear to be apart from their pet while they work has got to be almost as damaged and strange, in their own way, as the person who poohed in the hall and pretended it was the dog. 

Team Terry.

Amen.

Well– price to pay for all the new cool features to the site, maybe.

I'll wait a spell to see if my last post shows up before trying it again. Maybe to be conservative, a person would copy and paste a cherished comment –back it up to somewhere, wordpad or somethin', just in case the poop perp prowls.