Tossed there, by the bye. Not otherwise deposited. But it did call to mind that line of Hamlet’s re: the corpse of Polonius and how “we fat ourselves for maggots”:
Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
Andricon, If I hadn’t been so excited by the prospect I might have blushed! Not sure about the king. Perhaps a bishop. That mitre seems a tad more accommodating I must say.
Sheila, I’m always disappointed when you don’t post photos although this may be way beyond the call of duty.
well in litter at least there is an element of roughage…sheepshite surely is gonna leave a nasty film on your teeth….and lets not begin to discuss the after taste next morning!
…and in any case…what is it with dogs! Cats don’t do it yet dogs….if they’re not rolling in other animals shit they are eating it
Ok ok, christ, I take a half hour in the Outside World I come back to a world of sheepshit speculation. Well I meant my flock of hound dogs here, yes, in the most literal sense. They are all very keen sheepshit eaters and foxshit rollers. The small yappy one got covered in fox shit the other day and so to avoid him having the neglected look (I am, after all, charged with his care while his owners are away) I washed him in ecofriendly shampoo and he is fluffy and white again, but he still reeks of fox shit. Over the course of the afternoon, it turned to the aroma of smokey bacon crisps. I hope this helps.
You’ll find that there are those of us prone to that. Wait till your back is turned and then go to it. But yes, it does help. Especially the bit about the aromatic transformation from fox shit to smokey bacon crisps.
As my mother used to say, “Honey, the other children wouldn’t tease you if they didn’t like you.”
Yes except that in this case, the other dogs understand deeply that yappy is a Piece of Work, and they sigh deeply when they are allowed to be away from him. It is hard for them, hard for yappy, I am acclimatising. I will keep you updated about any further aromatic progressions.
Amanda Mae, you practically have me salivating in anticipation, not a pretty sight in men of a certain age. I shall contain my excitement by drinking the finest wines known to humanity…unless others have any suggestions?
Phil, here’s an article about emailable smells. It requires complicated synthesising contraptions though, which really defeats the purpose. And I doubt that it contains either eau de renard merde, or Smoky Bacon Beckham, in its repertoire, sadly. http://www.nytimes.com/idg/IDG_002570DE00740E1800257425001B1F2B.html
[...] and I took on orchestration of a song about Fox… defecation, and mine is sort of a jazzy little number, while you may recognize large portions of Mike’s [...]
Tossed there, by the bye. Not otherwise deposited. But it did call to mind that line of Hamlet’s re: the corpse of Polonius and how “we fat ourselves for maggots”:
Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
A variation on a theme?
I learned something new today! Damn! Thanks.
Was there a, um, dark piece three over, one up?
I really shoulda checked . . .
I really shoulda checked before . . .
Oh, hell, I can’t think of any reply that is not at least a triple entendre.
Chess. Sex. And . . .
Oh, count yourselves fortunate I didn’t snap and post a photo.
Andricon, If I hadn’t been so excited by the prospect I might have blushed! Not sure about the king. Perhaps a bishop. That mitre seems a tad more accommodating I must say.
Sheila, I’m always disappointed when you don’t post photos although this may be way beyond the call of duty.
Oh yeah, Checkmate.
Are you sure it wasn’t white cat shit? Maybe the cat played and pawed and molded it into a chess piece?
Like white chocolate, eh?
It’s a gauntlet. You know what you must do.
Yep. And I generally do.
Perhaps related -
Found in the dog’s water bowl: cat litter. blech!
Oh they love that stuff. I’ve got a bunch of eager sheepshiteaters over here.
“Eager sheepshiteaters.” The dogs? — or those vaguely idiotic-looking guys with grins on their faces?
or both? sheepshite’s got to be tastier than cat litter
There is such a thing as kaolin-specific pica, so it could well be both.
well in litter at least there is an element of roughage…sheepshite surely is gonna leave a nasty film on your teeth….and lets not begin to discuss the after taste next morning!
…and in any case…what is it with dogs! Cats don’t do it yet dogs….if they’re not rolling in other animals shit they are eating it
Sheila is that vaguely idiotic-looking guys with grins on their faces or vaguely idiotic-looking guys with grins on their faeces?
Yea, I remember eating chalk as a kid but that was generally my teacher throwing it at me for not paying attention!
Ok ok, christ, I take a half hour in the Outside World I come back to a world of sheepshit speculation. Well I meant my flock of hound dogs here, yes, in the most literal sense. They are all very keen sheepshit eaters and foxshit rollers. The small yappy one got covered in fox shit the other day and so to avoid him having the neglected look (I am, after all, charged with his care while his owners are away) I washed him in ecofriendly shampoo and he is fluffy and white again, but he still reeks of fox shit. Over the course of the afternoon, it turned to the aroma of smokey bacon crisps. I hope this helps.
You’ll find that there are those of us prone to that. Wait till your back is turned and then go to it. But yes, it does help. Especially the bit about the aromatic transformation from fox shit to smokey bacon crisps.
As my mother used to say, “Honey, the other children wouldn’t tease you if they didn’t like you.”
Yes except that in this case, the other dogs understand deeply that yappy is a Piece of Work, and they sigh deeply when they are allowed to be away from him. It is hard for them, hard for yappy, I am acclimatising. I will keep you updated about any further aromatic progressions.
Technically I an inept but is there any way on Clusterflock we can activate scratch and sniff? The science is there right?
Phil, the science is right there, in our hearts.
Fox Shit is a song I wrote this afternoon. Yes, it is morning, but it’ll be done by tonight.
Dude, if you email it to me, I will teach it to yappy. It wil help us all get through these dark days.
Lucy, I guess it’s all about belief right?
Amanda Mae, you practically have me salivating in anticipation, not a pretty sight in men of a certain age. I shall contain my excitement by drinking the finest wines known to humanity…unless others have any suggestions?
Phil, here’s an article about emailable smells. It requires complicated synthesising contraptions though, which really defeats the purpose. And I doubt that it contains either eau de renard merde, or Smoky Bacon Beckham, in its repertoire, sadly. http://www.nytimes.com/idg/IDG_002570DE00740E1800257425001B1F2B.html
phil - get yourself a dog and you won’t need to be downloading olfactory delights off the net
dogs are zen
Thanks Lucy but yea you know that they’ll never have the smells you want, I’d need access to cut grass and the smell of vinegar on chips.
Alek, I can barely take care of myself, I dare not take on a dog. I just about manage a cat largely because I think he takes care of me!
[...] and I took on orchestration of a song about Fox… defecation, and mine is sort of a jazzy little number, while you may recognize large portions of Mike’s [...]