|Graphic from the (Dog)spired blog.|
So in those untimely cases, *I* doo it, but I won't doo it without compensation, hence the Poopalooza system we developed, which we log (pun intended) via an aptly-titled refrigerator calendar, and which works as follows:
(1) Every time I have to pick up a day's worth of dog poop, she loses five bucks off her allowance (currently set at twenty bucks a week).
(2) Every time I accidentally STEP in some of it, there's a ten dollar gross-out surcharge on top of the associated disposal charge.
Get it?? Poop-a-looz-a, because she loses her cash?? Duh, I'm a poet!!
This penalty system can prove to be fairly costly to her, with my haul sometimes exceeding $25 per day (like today, which is what inspires me to write).
Poopalooza begs the following question: what should I eventually doo with my accumulated financial windfall??
|From a Google ad that po(o)pped up as I was writing this entry, believe it or not. |
Well, OF COURSE you can believe it.
It's GOOGLE, afterall.
But this is different. It's only a propos
(or perhaps a poopos??)
that I take the shoes that have had to be sprayed off with the garden hose so many times, and replace them with an
As for Cayley, if she consistently fails to field the feces to the point where she completely runs out of allowance, then the shit will REALLY hit the fan, because I won't stop with Poopalooza. TV, computer and iPad will follow on the forfeiture front.