A month’s long torture has finally come to an end . It was a month filled with trepidation, fear and paranoia. Finally, the only emotion left is relief. Relief at being done with an arbitrary process knowing no rhyme or reason save filling one with disgust and putting one off one’s appetite. GC and I have been waiting patiently to determine if our hard work would be rendered null and void by fate, or perhaps our own bad decisions, or the decision of some self-appointed God to decide. For over a month we have been put through the wringer as a nefarious bolus wormed its way through the moist and crap filled inner workings of a weird hybrid, crawling through its bowels like a mindless wad of filth. Each day, no several times each day we would wade through the sewer to determine if there would be a result, and each day we’d be denied. In the end we’d almost forgotten about the whole enterprise. The holidays are LONG gone, and the effort expended turned into a dull complacency. Well, today we finally got the results. Results that I would consider to actually be legitimate- way more legitimate than some ad hoc committee coming together, these were the results of a professional machine, one that cannot be doubted.
It’s over.
THANK GOD.
I never want to go through that again.
I can at least say I have the same amount of respect for some people that I’ve always had. In effect, this event hasn’t changed my feelings toward anyone, really. I think deep down, I’ve always felt a certain way about some people, and nothing they say can really change that.
I’m gonna put the rest below the fold because I don’t want to offend anyone, nor do I want anyone to be disgusted by this expose of sickening bowels.
Poopasocka 2007 has finally ended.
Wait, what did you think I was talking about????
Pugsley LOVES to chew on socks, and he secretly ate the grey toe off a Pinko Hanes spesh the week before Christmas. We had no idea what was going to happen, and we were nervous about a blockage. He kept pooping so there didn’t seem to be a problem. We however did not see evidence of Poopasocka, and we didn’t feel like cotton would be digestible, so we expected SOMETHING to happen. We would joke about Poopasocka, and how we’d celebrate it’s final arrival, as if it were like getting a prize. Well, this morning, I shat you not (well, I do shat you, because Pugsley has finally shatted). What we all assumed would be Poopasocka 2007 turned out to be Poopasocka 2008! I love you, little guy, and I’m glad you are OK. I’m sorry you had to go through this. I will treasure this little pooped out sock.
I got so caught up in Poopasocka, I have no other comments on the news of the day. I wonder if Met A. Phor has anything to say about this??????????
Is there a cookie recipe hidden in here? Or is it the treatment for National Treasure 3?
Our dog at a used baby diaper. It looked like corn.
One of my dogs once ate the legs off of pantyhose. She needed help as it was passing. I just remember Grizzled saying he didn’t want to “telescope” her intestines as he was practically flossing her hind end…
Brando- there’s no cookie recipe hidden in this comment.
I forgot… I’m glad Pugsley is ok!
He’s a pooping champ, I’m sad that it took a month, because that suggests that who knows what could still be in there. And I don’t even want to consider Smoke’s or PupH’s bowlels.
Thank you, Pinko, for reminding us, once again, of what is truly important in this fast-paced topsy turvy world of Contests, elections, melons, moose, bake-offs, and chili dogs:
Pooping.
And doggies.
“I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me.”
The question in my mind is whether Men. D.’s cookies accelerated or exacerbated this painful peristaltic process.
Oh, awesome post!!!!! Although I think if anyone else referred to the Pugman as a “weird hybrid”, you would be offended for him.
Well, nobody knows what mix of pug, chihuahua and terrier he is. Who knows what genetically lurks in the heart of Pugsley!!!!!
Who knows what genetically lurks in the heart of Pugsley!!!!!
A chupacabra!!! Or maybe… a goat.
Did he ever show signs of any discomfort or anything? Did that part of the sock take a trip to Narnia?
You’d get a better price for him if you kept him on an organic diet.
SNAG!!!!!!!!!! COME ON.
Brandoes,
No not really. P-man always tended to poop little rocks, but he’s been a clean running machine lately, although during the Poopasocka era, I can say they’ve almost been like little challah loaves, so I would suggest that he’s had a little bit of back pressure.
I can’t believe we’re discussing the quality and consistency of dog poop! And don’t get me wrong, I could go log for log with you, BUT… you guys give Mommy blogs crap and how they discuss every poop Little Suzie ever passed and yet you’re comparing Pugster’s poops to little challah loaves…
They ARE braided like that, and he does always poop on the Sabbath. And every other day.
Only on the Sabbath? That can’t be good…
Uh, J?
Oops… I missed the every other day… and probably more, but it’s been a funky day.
he does always poop on the Sabbath. And every other day.
Uh, PP?
I know, Ozzie gets pissed, but it’s not the first time he’s been pooped on.
mix of pug, chihuahua and terrier
Hereafter to be known as püg (which is pronounced püg).
Or perhaps chitterpug.
mix of pug, chihuahua and terrier
Sounds like the breed standard for the American Crumbhound.
puhuahurrier
Cthu-rier?
Can we get a piccie of a King Take 5 bar now?
And YAY to no blockage.
BTW, annual meeting is in Knoxville this year.
PP – please contribute next year. I promise that judging won’t take a month!
I see that the clear light of day shows the world that the effort put in by 3B can possibly be appreciated. I just hope this doesn’t end at a bowling alley. I think the world knows that I DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also:
HULK SMASH!!!!!!
Whew! That’s a R E L I E F!
In other dog poop news, why do some dogs have large clay-red poops?
Gregor! Did you listen to our “Title Track” (two posts down)
PUPH SHOUT OUT!!
I suspect the large clay-red poops come from naughty dogs eating various localz froots and berriez. With Kool-Aid powder.
I have it on very good authority that there is no chupacabra of any kind in Pugsley.
PP, I’ve tried to listen to your songs a couple of times. I get the first couple of seconds then end up in an endless “buffering” loop. I’ll try again tomorrow!
“For over a month we have been put through the wringer as a nefarious bolus wormed its way through the moist and crap filled inner workings of a weird hybrid, crawling through its bowels like a mindless wad of filth.”
And here I thought someone was going to announce a pregnancy.
Don’t be mean to Pinko Punko, I’m sure he will gestate a beautiful specimen.
If Pinko would stop stirring the BBQ sauce with his feet, these problems could be averted.
Or at least having the decency of remuving his socks before stirring.
The question in my mind is whether Men. D.’s cookies accelerated or exacerbated this painful peristaltic process.
I knew I should have used strawberry jam…
A poopacabra!