Snow blankets the ground,
Hidden treasures beneath white,
Winter dog poop waits.
> write a haiku about winter dog poop
Snow blankets the ground,
Hidden treasures beneath white,
Winter dog poop waits.
> write a haiku about winter dog poop
In gardens green, where flowers bloom and sway,
Lies transient truth upon each passer’s way.
O Dog Poo, fleeting guest of morning dew,
You teach of life’s impermanence, do convey.
Once proud and bold, a presence hard to miss,
Now reduced to mere fragments, in abyss.
Your journey brief, from gut to earth’s embrace,
Reflects our transient essence, shared by us.
Oh, what a tale you tell, O fleeting mound,
Of nature’s call, and passing of life’s bound.
From canine’s gut to ground’s accepting womb,
In evanescent time, you are unbound.
Let not disdain obscure the wisdom found,
For in your form, life’s cycles do resound.
As sun and rain bestow their fleeting grace,
You teach that all in life is outward bound.
Though people scoff and turn their gaze away,
Your presence holds a lesson to convey.
In laughter’s light, remember your refrain,
Life’s fleeting nature, let it guide our way.
So, Dog Poo, transient symbol on the ground,
You teach us of life’s ever-turning round.
Let’s learn from you, embrace our finite days,
And in acceptance, wisdom shall be found.
> write a ghazal with the theme the transience of dog poo
> now in urdu
باغوں کی سبزیوں میں جہاں پھولوں کی خوشبو مہکتی ہے،
وہاں ہر گزرنے والے کے راستے پر ایک عارضی حقیقت لیٹی ہے۔
اے کتے کی گوبری، صبح کی بونی پر موجود ایک فانی حقیقت، تو یہ بیان کرتی ہے۔
کبھی فخر سے بھرپور اور بڑے ہوتے ہوئے، دیکھنے والوں کے لئے پیچھے نہیں ہوتے،
اب صرف ٹکڑوں میں مختصر، ایک اندھیرے میں۔
تمہاری مختصر سفری، پیٹ سے زمین کے آغاز کے گلو میں،
ہماری انسانی ذات کی مؤقتیت کو، ہم سے مشترک کرتی ہے۔
اے، کتے کی گوبری! تم کتنی داستان بیان کرتی ہو، آئندہ دنوں کی مؤقتیت کی۔
پہلے گرجا چڑھ کر، دلائل ہوتی تھیں،
اب صرف ذرات میں تقسیم ہو کر، غارت کی۔
تمہارا سفر مختصر تھا، جو پیٹ کی انتہائی پرسکون ہو کر، زمین کی دلئی گود میں ہوا،
زمانے کی معمولی مدت میں، تم آزاد تھے۔
نفرت کو تاریکی میں چھپنے نہ دو، تاکہ پائیداری کی معراج پر واقفیت نہ ہو۔
کیونکہ تمہاری شکل میں، زندگی کے چکر کا اظہار ہوتا ہے۔
جیسے سورج اور بارش اپنی مختصر جگہ دیتے ہیں،
تم سکھاتے ہو کہ زندگی میں سب کچھ باہر کی طرف جا رہا ہے۔
بھلائی کا منہ دکھانے والے اور اپنی نظریں ہٹانے والے مت بنو،
تمہاری موجودگی میں ایک سبق پنہاں ہے۔
ہنسی کی روشنی میں، تمہیں تصور کریں کی آواز،
زندگی کی فانی ماہیت، ہماری راہنمائی کرنے دو۔
تو کتے کی گوبری، زمین پر موجود ایک مناسب علامت!
تم ہمیں زندگی کے مسلسل موڑوں کی طرف راہ دکھاتے ہو۔
ہمیں تم سے سیکھنا چاہئے، ہمارے معین دنوں کو قبول کرنا چاہئے،
اور قبولیت میں، حکمت کو پائیں۔
> now in hindi
हरित मण्डल में, जहाँ फूलों की खुशबू फैलती है,
वहीं हर गुजरने वाले के मार्ग पर अनित्य सत्य लेटा है।
ओ कुत्ते की मल, सुबह की भीगी ग्रास पर स्थित विषयवासी सत्य, तू सिखाती है।
कभी गर्वित और आत्मविश्वासी, एक पासवर्ड होते हुए,
अब तो केवल टुकड़ों में छिपा, अंधकार में।
तेरा सफर संक्षिप्त होता है, पेट से पृथ्वी की गोद में,
जीवन के अनित्य स्वरूप का प्रतिनिधित्व करता है, हम सभी से साझा।
अह, कुत्ते की मल! जिसने एक यात्रा की है, सुनो, आने वाले दिनों की अनित्यता की।
पहले गरजती थी तुम्हारी गरिमा और भावुकता,
अब तुम सिर्फ खंडों में विभाजित हो, एक अजगर में।
तुम्हारा सफर संक्षिप्त था, कुत्ते के पेट से पृथ्वी की आलिंगन से लेकर,
अनुभव में क्षणिक समय में, तुम मुक्त थे।
नफरत को अंधकार में छिपने देने की अनुमति न दें,
क्योंकि तुम्हारी मौजूदगी एक सिख लाती है।
हँसी की रौशनी में, तुम्हारा संगीत याद रखें,
जीवन की अनित्यता, हमें मार्गदर्शन करने दो।
तो, कुत्ते की मल, भूमि पर अस्थित एक अस्थायी प्रतीक!
तुम हमें जीवन की चक्रवृद्धि की ओर मार्गदर्शन करते हो।
हमें तुमसे सिखना चाहिए, हमारे संकीर्ण दिनों को स्वीकार करना चाहिए,
और स्वीकृति में, हमें बुद्धिमत्ता प्राप्त होगी।
Picking up after your dog is a crucial part of responsible pet ownership. While most people use dedicated tools like poop bags or scoopers, there’s an unusual method that has garnered some attention – picking up dog poop with a spoon. Using a spoon to pick up dog poop is undoubtedly unconventional. Instead of relying on tools designed specifically for this purpose, some dog owners have found success using a simple kitchen utensil. Here, we’ll explore the concept of using a spoon for this task, its pros and cons, and whether it’s a viable option.
The Spoon Method. Here’s how it works:
The Pros of Using a Spoon
The Cons of Using a Spoon
Conclusion
Using a spoon to pick up dog poop may not be the most practical or hygienic method available. Dedicated scoopers or waste bags are designed for this purpose and are generally more efficient and less messy. However, if you find yourself without these tools in a pinch, a spoon can serve as a makeshift solution.
> discuss picking up dog poop with a spoon
Dog poop on the ground,
DNA secrets unbound,
Justice will be found.
> write a haiku about DNA fingerprinting dog poop
Donald: Hey there, have you seen my trusty spoon? I swear, it’s the best tool for picking up dog poop.
Sam: Seriously? A spoon? I’ve always used a fork, and it works like a charm. Let’s hear your reasoning.
Donald: Well, you see, with a spoon, I can scoop up the poop easily and it cradles it perfectly. Plus, the curved shape helps prevent any accidental spills. It’s all about the precision, my friend.
Sam: Precision, huh? I can see that. But I prefer my fork because it’s more versatile. I can stab the poop and lift it with ease. It doesn’t slip off as easily as it might with a spoon. Plus, the tines allow for better aeration, which helps with odor control.
Donald: That’s a fair point, but my spoon is way easier to clean! It’s got a smooth surface, and I can just rinse it off without worrying about getting gunk stuck between the tines like with a fork.
Sam: True, cleaning a fork can be a bit tricky, but I believe in the power of a good soak and some elbow grease. Besides, I find that the fork’s design allows for efficient waste disposal, as it drains any excess liquid through the gaps between the tines.
Donald: Well, to each their own, I guess. At the end of the day, it’s all about what works best for you and your furry companion. So, whether you’re Team Spoon or Team Fork, as long as we’re keeping our neighborhoods clean, we’re doing our part!
> a short discussion with a person who picks up dog poop with a spoon
A world of waste and errant paws,
Where sidewalks suffer unjust laws,
Within this mound, a story told,
Of ancestry and genes, both young and old.
In every pile, a history unfurls,
A testament to life in tiny curls,
Encoded there, DNA’s embrace,
Helps catch those scofflaws in this space.
With science as our steadfast guide,
We seek the truth, nowhere to hide,
In each dog’s mess, a hidden clue,
DNA to the rescue, justice due.
For those who leave their pets’ remains,
Neglecting rules, creating stains,
We turn to genes, a silent snitch,
To track down culprits, inch by inch.
In swabs and samples, secrets wait,
To link the deeds to those we hate,
The scofflaws who refuse to bend,
To laws that owners must defend.
With DNA’s precise insight,
We’ll catch the culprits, day and night,
No more can they escape the law,
Their actions now exposed, in awe.
Let justice reign, let fairness flow,
For cleaner streets where we all go,
DNA, our ally strong,
To right the dog poop’s wrongful wrong.
> write a poem about using DNA to catch dog poop scofflaws
I saw the best minds of a canine generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
Dragging themselves through the sidewalks at dawn, finding a worthy spot to unload
A filthy pile of intestinal concoction, steaming and rank, leaving an offering to the Gods of the street.
Barking, furiously, their noses to the ground, animals searching for a suitable place,
Where their innermost secrets can be expelled, a ritual of bodily liberation,
While hipsters in coffeeshops sip lattes, oblivious to the profound excretions outside.
Who howled and whimpered to submit to the primal call of nature,
Who sniffed and scratched, seeking solace in the aromas, traces of their brethren,
Who left their mark, a brown graffiti, on the urban canvas.
Who wagged their tails in innocent joy, ignorant of the chaos left behind,
Who breached the boundaries of decorum and cleanliness,
Who embraced their true selves, uncensored and unashamed.
I saw the best minds of a canine generation, unburdened by human judgment,
Creating their art in the unexpected places, a testament to their authentic lives,
Lifting their legs, marking their territory, leaving a message for all who pass by.
O dog poets of the pavement, your fecal verses play along the sidewalks,
A symphony of scents, a mosaic of messages, a reminder. Life’s beauty
Lies in its expressions of existence.
> dog poo verse in the style of allen ginsberg
12 Thou shalt designate a special place for thy dog’s business, beyond the confines of thy dwelling, for the cleanliness of thy home.
13 And thou shalt carry a scoop, a shovel, or a plastic bag with thee when thou takest thy dog for a walk, and when thy dog doth his business, thou shalt diligently scoop it up.
14 For the Lord thy Dog walketh in the midst of thy neighborhood, and His presence must be kept pure and pleasant, that thy neighbors may not be offended. Thou shalt dispose of it properly, for it is unclean unto thee, and thou shalt cleanse thy surroundings.
> write bible verses, but about dog poop
> write about dog poo as marx wrote his theses on feuerbach
Note: This text is a hypothetical interpretation of how Marx might have written theses about poo. It’s meant as an intellectual and stylistic illustration, rather than as an accurate representation of his views on dog feces.
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and meandering streams, there was an extraordinary event that would forever change the lives of its residents. It all began one sunny morning when a rather unexpected character made its debut on the cobblestone streets.
A lone dog poo, a rather unassuming and ordinary pile of waste, suddenly found itself stirring to life. As it blinked its tiny, imaginary eyes, it realized with great surprise that it was no longer just a discarded nuisance on the roadside. It had transformed into something more, something alive.
Confusion gave way to curiosity, and the dog poo tentatively wiggled and squirmed its way to its imaginary feet. As it stood there, it felt a strange sensation – an urge to explore the world around it. With a determined wiggle, it took its first, somewhat wobbly steps onto the path.
The town, though small, was bustling with activity. Market stalls lined the streets, children played in the park, and the townspeople went about their daily routines. And there, in the midst of it all, the walking dog poo made its grand entrance.
Passersby did double-takes, their eyes widening in disbelief as they spotted the tiny, animated heap moving along the sidewalk. A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd, and soon a curious and amused crowd had gathered around the peculiar spectacle. The dog poo, however, was oblivious to the attention it was receiving, focused on its newfound freedom and the desire to explore.
As the dog poo meandered through the town, it greeted everyone it encountered with a cheerful “hello!” It seemed to have an uncanny ability to communicate without words, and its enthusiastic greetings spread smiles and laughter among the townspeople. Some laughed so hard that tears streamed down their cheeks, while others simply shook their heads in bewilderment.
The dog poo’s journey took it through the town square, where it encountered a friendly old man feeding pigeons. “Well, hello there, little fella,” the man chuckled, patting the dog poo gently on its… well, its head, so to speak. The dog poo responded with a contented wiggle, and the old man couldn’t help but laugh heartily.
Next, the dog poo made its way to the local bakery, where the baker was kneading dough for fresh loaves of bread. “Hello!” the dog poo chirped, drawing a startled yelp from the baker. After a moment of stunned silence, even he found himself chuckling at the absurdity of the situation.
Throughout its journey, the dog poo spread joy, laughter, and a sense of unity among the townspeople. It wasn’t long before word of the walking, talking dog poo reached every corner of the town, and people from neighboring villages came to see the unusual sight for themselves.
Eventually, the dog poo’s adventure came to an end as it reached the outskirts of the town. It paused, looking back at the place it had explored, the people it had greeted, and the smiles it had inspired. With a final cheerful wiggle, it settled down and gradually transformed back into a motionless pile.
The townspeople, though sad to see the magical encounter end, felt a newfound sense of camaraderie and connection. The memory of the walking dog poo lived on as a testament to the unexpected joy that could be found in the most unlikely places.
And so, the once-ordinary dog poo, through a twist of fate and a sprinkle of magic, left an indelible mark on the town and its people, reminding them all that even the most unconventional things could bring moments of wonder and happiness.
> write a story about a dog poo that wakes up on the road, then walks about the town saying hello
Amidst grass it lay,
Unwanted gift on display,
Nature’s art dismayed.
> again, dog poo haiku please
Once upon a time an unexpected threat emerged in the form of the “Crottes de Chien,” a mischievous and peculiar alien species known for their peculiar affinity for dog poop. These aliens were on a mission to collect and harness the energy contained within canine excrement, viewing it as a valuable resource to power their advanced technology. They arrived on Earth with their bizarre machinery and set out to gather as much dog poop as possible, causing confusion and consternation among humans.
As the Crottes de Chien invasion unfolded, Earth’s inhabitants were left both bewildered and disgusted by the alien visitors’ strange mission. However, humanity’s resilient spirit and clever problem-solving capabilities came to the forefront. Recognizing the peculiar nature of the threat, governments, scientists, and dog owners united to devise an unconventional defense strategy: the Forces of Dog Poop.
The Forces of Dog Poop consisted of an eclectic group of individuals, including dog trainers, waste management experts, and even some enthusiastic pet dogs themselves. They harnessed the power of dog poop in innovative ways, turning it into a formidable tool against the Crottes de Chien.
Here’s how the thwarting of the invasion unfolded:
In the end, the combination of quirky ingenuity, teamwork, and a healthy dose of humor allowed the Forces of Dog Poop to successfully thwart the Crottes de Chien invasion. The aliens, bewildered and defeated by Earth’s unorthodox defenses, retreated to their spaceships and departed the planet, never to return. The event went down in history as a testament to humanity’s ability to come together and overcome even the most unusual and unexpected challenges.
> imagine an invasion by the crottes de chien that is thwarted by the forces of dog poop
It seems like you’re asking about a battle between two things that are essentially the same: “crottes de chien” is French for “dog poop.” So, a battle between “crottes de chien” and “dog poop” would essentially be a battle between two different ways of referring to the same thing. Since they are the same substance, there wouldn’t be any actual difference between the two, and there wouldn’t be a meaningful battle to imagine.
Let us trot then, you and I,
Where pooches dare to squat and sigh,
A furry bard with tails to ply,
Among the grass where treasures lie.
Yellow streetlamps with a flicker,
Reveal the paths where canines bicker,
Among the gardens, they’re the pickers,
In moonlit nights, a scent-filled liquor.
The moon retreats, the stars are bright,
Above the lawns of the silent night,
There, ‘neath the trees, in plain sight,
Lie parcels left by nature’s might.
Oh, do they dare remain ignored,
These offerings left untoward?
Full of stories yet unexplored,
In each mound, a mystery stored.
And should I, with bag in hand,
Dispose of waste so nobly planned?
Or let it linger, mark the land,
A silent story, hard to withstand?
Oh, Fido, do you pause and ponder,
As you squat and pause yonder,
What legacies you leave behind,
In each pile left for humankind?
Do you measure out your days,
In steaming heaps and odorous sprays,
Wondering if these trails you blaze,
Will echo in the nights and days?
So let us wander, you and I,
In that realm where dog waste lies,
With every mound that meets the eye,
A chapter in the canine’s sigh.
And as we tread upon this earth,
A symphony of scents and mirth,
Remember well the stories told,
In each little mound, a tale unfolds.
“> the first few verses of the love song of j alfred prufrock, but make it about dog poo”
Once upon a time, in the bustling Googleplex, where innovation thrived and the hum of creativity filled the air, there lived a talented programmer named Max. Max was known for his brilliant coding skills and his insatiable curiosity. He was also a proud dog owner, sharing his life with a mischievous and adorable Labrador named Pixel.
Pixel, with his wagging tail and floppy ears, had become a beloved fixture around the office. His playful antics brought joy to many, and his presence often helped ease the stress of intense coding sessions. Max’s colleagues loved having Pixel around, and they often joked that Pixel was a ‘code debugger’ with a nose for bugs.
One sunny morning, as Max was engrossed in debugging a particularly complex algorithm, Pixel began to exhibit signs of restlessness. Pixel had been his loyal companion for years, and Max was usually adept at understanding his dog’s cues. Today, however, Max was deep in thought and failed to recognize Pixel’s plea for a quick outdoor break.
Pixel’s persistence reached a tipping point, and he could no longer hold it in. Right in the middle of the main courtyard, Pixel relieved himself, leaving a rather unfortunate mess on the meticulously maintained grounds of the Googleplex.
Max, oblivious to the commotion, finally looked up from his screen, only to be met with the shocked expressions of his colleagues. His face flushed with embarrassment as he realized what had transpired. A mix of laughter and astonishment filled the air, but there was also an undertone of disappointment.
Seeing the mess, Max’s heart sank. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. Pixel’s bathroom emergency had taken him completely by surprise. He quickly grabbed some tissue and hurriedly cleaned up the mess, all the while apologizing profusely to his colleagues and offering to make amends.
His colleagues, although amused by the situation, appreciated Max’s swift response in cleaning up after Pixel. However, they gently reminded him of the importance of being responsible for his dog and respecting the workspace. The incident sparked a conversation about establishing a clear policy for bringing pets to work and the responsibility that came with it.
As days passed, Max took the lesson to heart. He became a model pet owner, always keeping an eye on Pixel and ensuring he was well-exercised and taken care of during work hours. The incident led to a broader dialogue at Google about the benefits and challenges of a pet-friendly workplace.
In a surprising turn of events, Max and Pixel’s misadventure led to the creation of a company-wide initiative called “The Dooglers.” The initiative promoted responsible pet ownership at the workplace and encouraged employees to participate in pet-related activities, such as volunteering at animal shelters and organizing dog-friendly events.
Max and Pixel’s story became a symbol of growth, learning, and positive change at Google. Their misstep transformed into an opportunity to foster a stronger sense of community among employees and their furry friends. And so, thanks to one dog’s unexpected bathroom break, the Doogleplex became an even more inclusive and supportive environment, where both innovation and responsible pet ownership thrived.
> Imagine that a programmer at Google brings his dog to work, but when the dog poops, the employee walks away and leaves the poop on the grounds; write a story about what happens next.
Patent No.: US 7,090,268 B2
Inventor: Setsuko Borman
Awarded: Aug. 15, 2006
Upon the verdant grass it rests, a foul surprise,
A canine’s mark left behind, nature’s call obeyed,
A pungent scent wafts through the air, the scene defies,
This uninvited presence, a mess to be conveyed.
Its texture vile, its color a repulsive brown,
A testament to digestion’s work, not to admire,
Yet even in its unpleasant state, a lesson’s found,
In cycles of life and waste, we can’t deny or tire.
The sun above casts its warm and golden light,
Illuminating this unsightly, grotesque creation,
A reminder of the balance in nature’s daily fight,
Between beauty and decay, a constant oscillation.
As time passes, the odor fades, the mess erased,
But the memory lingers, a lesson to impart,
In this cycle of life, nothing’s to be replaced,
For even the unpleasant plays a role, a vital part.
So let this doggie deposit, though offensive to the nose,
Serve as a reminder of life’s intricate dance,
In the grand tapestry of existence, each piece compose,
A mosaic of experiences, a fate we all enhance.
> dog poo sestina please
Foul gift on the ground,
Nature’s call left to be found,
Brown beneath the sun.
> dog poo haiku please
Is there anything or any type of goo,
That smells as bad as stinky canine pooh?
We ask you.
We bet you’ll never forget the catchy rhythm!
A lot of us like doggies but we don’t like doggy pooh.
We know you love your doggy and he means the world to you.
Whenever you go walking, if he does a number two,
Clean it up on his behalf, that’s what to do with the…
Dog pooh
Dog pooh
Dog pooh
Dog pooh
The story behind this musical treasure is here.
Gift them this for the holidays!
Only $16.95 and you get to support the charity of your choice. Buy one (or a couple) now!
Looks like we’ve found the South Poop of England, too.
Check out the site: Dog Fouling and Red Rubber Bands.
There’s some explanation for the ‘Red Rubber Bands’ that makes sense to the British, but it doesn’t make any sense to me. Whatever…
Lots of good stuff there.
And, it seems like their speciality is… dog poo music!
There have been many songs published on this blog. Needless to say, they have varied in quality. Once in a while, a good song thrusts itself at us. I can truly say this of this rendition of “Poop my Shoe”. It almost had tears welling up in my eyes. I love the way it doesn’t focus just on dog faeces but covers a broad spectrum of animal deposits. I challenge you to listen without experiencing a wide range of emotional reactions.
We heard about Dog Fouling and Red Rubber Bands on the BBC Scotland show ‘The Scoop on Poop‘ (audio available until 2/27/12). Take a listen.
It’s sometimes, uh, interesting to review the search terms that led to South Poop. By far the most frequent is
what does curb your dog mean
and, by far our most accessed post is ‘Curb your ‘Curb Your Dog”. But here are a few of the other terms used over the past 30 days:
beautiful flowchart
revenge on people who dont pick up dog shit
???? “pile of poo”
ergonomic goat poop scoop
teacuppoo
so dachshund glad you’re here someone pooped in the hallway
you are only worth as much as your dog’s poop
the best ever poop area designed for a dog
immoral purpose dog shit
A pretty vanilla rant about poo from a blog in Norway…but you gotta love the picture:
A friend of South Loop sent us these:
Looks like the South Poop of NYC!
Presumably coming to you from Park Slope, Brooklyn.
This is a cool site – take a look. Lots of pictures with that special sophisticated New York flair!
More art than analytical, but sometimes, you need some art, doncha?
How about this, for example –
“a deconstruction of the notion that poop, when abandoned, deconstructs”
Only a Po-Mo Art Student from New York City could have come up with a sentence like that!
(You might also be interested in the fine photography at another NYC site – Dogs Shitting on Sidewalks)
Forget Questo, Swedish Design House, even Foscarini.
Just take a look at these dog poo bags and weep:
“Turn the less attractive moments in the life of a dog owner into an original happening.”
Buy them here: http://www.poopoobags.com/
(via lovelypackage.com)
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