There’s a little blip in the Feb. 18 Newsweek talking about how some Greenies out there are worried about dog poo adding to the methane gas problem and ruining our groundwater.
The green economy is
targeting a new color: brown. Each year the United States’ 72 million dogs
produce about 274 pounds of poo per pooch…
Heaven help me if they ever get a whiff of Bailey’s business! OMIGOSH! And I’m pretty certain it’s because of the chew bones the doc has ordered her to chew so we can keep her teeth clean.
Bailey never, ever farted (pardon my language) before she started chewing these bones. Now, she’ll sometimes blow this very discrete little rasberry–and she’ll turn her head around to her little tush as if to ask in surprise “What the heck is going on back there?” Other times there will be no warning sound, just a putrid aroma that wakes you from a sound sleep in the middle of the night.
The odor is something worthy of a much bigger dog—maybe a Mastiff who’s devoured six turkeys. Silient but deadly.
But the smell of her poo can actually kill you. Let me say again, this has only started since we put her on these chew bones for her teeth—I KNOW it’s not her food because we never had so much aroma before.
Our weather has been bad lately, and I have not been able to take Bailey out for her walks on a regular basis. So we go to plan B, her pee pads, which she is very used to using. But when she poops on the pee pads, the odor travels thoroughout the house and I have to resort to strong air freshner to get rid of the stink. No problem in knowing when she’s done her thing!
So I guess before too long I can expect a visit from Al Gore who will heap the disgust of the green world upon my head for choosing to have a dog with clean teeth over saving the ozone layer. Maybe once they get all the cow pies under control.
I was reminded yesterday how therapeutic my little blog was when I first learned that my little pooch had the BIG C.
Bailey is now 2 years, 2 months, 1 week and 1 day free from cancer–how cool is that !! We continue to visit Dr. B. every month and she continues to poke her finger up Bailey’s butt looking for the nasty cancer–nothing yet!
So much has gone on over the past year….including a horrible recall. I think I need to find some time and start up writing again.
