Pooper

Well, that's it. Our unwanted, noisy and, as I discovered today, amazingly stinky guest we already introduced you to, is finally gone. After four months, the pest control company has managed to get to him. Cute, you think? Not that much, because apparently over years its pee could have seeped through our roof (i.e. his home) and delicately perfume our bedroom just below.We could have chosen not to get rid of him though, and instead feed him ripe coffee beans, then brew the most expensive drink in the world. Forget about gold and bauxite, oil and nickel, coal and tin, and get acquainted with the newest high valued Indonesian commodity: cat poo. More precisely, the dejection of this little wild cat, the civet (called « luwak » here) after he went on the rampage on the coffee fields of the

The nice weather this weekend brought along with it some undesirable springtime chores. After months and months of snow there is always a lot of dog droppings to clean up. I typically start out helping, but after about an hour I quit and leave the rest for Ken. The next door neighbor [...]

  An expanding population of pet owners is fueling an explosion of growth in the pooper scooper business. The most noted pioneer in this business is Matthew Osborn, who runs Pooper-Scooper.com. He never knew that this business would one day make him a millionaire.

  I love working in a Veterinary centre, getting some hands on experience with real, living animals under conditions where the veterinarians can guide me as I learn. I got to draw blood from an extremely obese Labrador cross and do dental work on a miniature poodle. We also did X-Rays and gave an enema the the previously mentioned lab-cross. Plus I got to stand in on consults and experience just how vague clients can be about their pets habits. The lab cross (pictured above) was quite interesting. The story is basically that he would scream in agony whenever he went to do a poo. The owners were worried and the neighbours were frustrated at hearing an animal in agony so frequently. (more…)

Police in an Idaho Falls neighborhood are in search of a Phantom pooper that has businesses and residents disgusted.  The person has pooped several times underneath the same bridge, and has even managed to get the poop smeared on the bridge pillars.  Even though police have staked out the area, they still haven’t been able to catch this Phantom Pooper.  Here is the news report:

Pick up your dog’s crap with two-halves of a hollow bat. I am trying to decide if this idea is really a Bright one. Though cumbersome, it is creative. I never would buy one, but I appreciate the inspiration. Check it out HERE ($20); Via CoolestGadgets. PS. I took Barkley for a long walk this morning and realized that the S3 is going to have problems picking up softer stool, especially in long grass.  You can’t just flip that sh*t. *

==========Hearing ProblemAn old man decided his old wife was getting hard of hearing. So he called her doctor to make an appointment to have her hearing checked.The Doctor said he could see her in two weeks, and meanwhile there's a simple, informal test the husband could do to give the doctor some idea of the dimensionsof the problem."Here's what you do. Start about 40 feet away from her, and speak in a normal conversational tone and see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet,and so on until you get a response."So that evening she's in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he's in the living room, and he says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens.""Honey, what's for supper?" No response.So he moves to the other end of the room, about 30 feet away. "Honey, what's for supper?" No response.So he moves into the dining room, about 20 feet away. "Honey, what's for supper?" No response.On to the kitchen door, only 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for suppe

Ryan Newman recently wanted a shirt from this guys company. The shirt reads "Got Poop?". The article talks about how this guy (Pat Kelly) wanted to... Please visit my site for the complete story with links to data and sources. Go #12!

This last week, seven-year-old Stephen was invited to go with a friend to a rock concert.  A ROCK CONCERT.  He's seven.  Seven.  Did I mention he's seven?  Isn't your first rock concert supposed to be some sort of grand, coming-of-age experience?  And isn't it supposed to happen when you're, say, 14 or 15?  I declined the invitation, as politely as I could (though I was honest and told the other mom that "we feel like a rock concert is a bit much for a seven year old", which she probably took as a judgment on her own parenting decisions, but oh well...) And THEN, not 24 hours later, nine-year-old Adam was invited to a sleepover.  At a girl's house.  My wonderfully naive boy could not understand why this was unacceptable to us, and I told him he'd just have to trust Dad and me on this one until he's old enough to understand.  Thankfully, that was good enough for him.  This time. And so it begins.  These boys are slowly but surely entering the pre-adolescent years, in which eve

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