this is a participation piece, people. feel free to comment on the Shitting Status of your beloved pet and/or add an amusing anecdote or two.

and how about a round of applause for Dave with the awesome title for this piece! you rule, Dave!

Che

Funny you brought this up-- I think my dog had a touch of the shameful shitter in him. He wouldn't really hesitate to actually take a crap, as far as I could tell, but if you looked at him while he was doing it, he looked kind of embarrassed. I just hope I didn't subconsciously instill a shameful shitter attitude in him.

I guess dogs tend to copy their owners' behavior. Aggressive owners often have vicious dogs. It's likely that owners who are shameful shitters have dogs with similar inhibitions. Dogs very quickly pick up their owner's attitudes. This is the likely explanation for Krusty's shitting habits.

Oh, the depths to which our social ills have sunk us! Not content with imposing our toilet shame upon ourselves we have turned on our faithful pets and made them shameful critters as well. My soul weeps.

I've got a black lab. He's a big, stupid, friendly sort without any shame. I was entertaining a lady friend once and making progress in turning things toward an intimate encounter when she suddenly burst out laughing. I followed her gaze and saw my stupid mutt hunched over in the middle of the living room. I caught him before he actually began and shooed him outside to do his business, but it ruined the mood and my guest left soon after.

Of my two cats, the female is VERY shameful (in everything, too) and the male is extremely shameless. She >FREAKS

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Of my two cats, the female is VERY shameful (in everything, too) and the male is extremely shameless. She FREAKS out if anyone walks near the litter box, or bathroom, or living room, kitchen.. etc.. she's very nervous by nature I guess. The male is the most shameless cat I've ever seen! He usually comes in to get petted when I'm on the toilet or he comes in to use the litter box (directly next to the toilet).

As much as I miss owning a dog, I'm glad I don't at times. The biggest factor is that every dog I've ever had would walk back and forth then sniff, do it again, walk some more, sniff, keep sniffing, pee, sniff some more, walk around, sniff a bit more, poop and be done. Cats just walk in, shit, bury it and walk out.

My dog once ate a one pound tub of butter and let me tell ya...you learn really quick how to modify diapers to fit dog tails......otherwise, you are gonna be cleaning up ass-piss off of every place that dog has walked, sat, or stood.....even yourself! It TERRIBLE...and the SMELL!

But usually yes, my dog is a shameful shitter and will hold it until he is in my backyard...once he held it for 5 days while I we were out of town....crazy animals.

my dog likes to crap in the driveway when he gets mad at us.

Ever have your dog give the "a-little-help-here" look when he's taking a dump? I mean, what does he expect me to do!?

I'm just wondering if anyone has a cat that gets all happy and runs around and bounces and talks all happily after it takes a crap. My cat does that shamelessly. It's like "YIPEE!! I just pooped...Yee HAW!! Look at me!!! I pooped!! I can bounce now that I'm so light!! LOOK!!"

I don't know what got into me, but when my dog was a puppy I would point and laugh at her everytime she went poop in the yard. I started noticing that she would try to hide out behind trees when she went. I had embarassed her and I kinda felt bad about it. It never was a real problem until we went on vacation. We went to the woods and She had to be on a leash at all times. That meant she couldn't be more then 5 feet away from us at any given time. She didn't crap for 5 days. She was starting to look extremely bloated and uncomfertable. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and she dropped the biggest duece I had ever seen. I could almost see her blushing underneath her fur.

My Schnauzer, Prince, is a shameful shitter and has been ever since he was a puppy. When you take him outside to shit, he sniffs around until he finds a place suitable enough to safeguard his precious turd. Then, if you're watching him, he'll turn back and look at you in this certain "I'm-about-to-shit, do-you-mind? Why-don't-you-go-fuck-off-for-a-few-minutes-so-I-can-shit-in-privacy" posture, where he'll stand on his back 2 legs and one front leg, while he holds the other front leg off the ground. He'll stare at you for 10 minutes if that's what it takes to get you to look away from him so he can shit in semi-privacy. Then, if he's mid-turd and catches you looking at him while he's shitting, he'll pinch that loaf off half way, and won't resume until you give him some privacy. Last but not least, if you let him out by himself, then come back and find him shitting and start laughing at him, he gets this distinct pissed off look, with that dismayed "like-you-never-took-a-shit-before" look...and then he won't have anything to do with you for at least an hour afterward.

My parents owned a Yorkie for 17 years named Bear. Bear wasn't exactly housebroken. He knew that it was wrong to get caught in the act of pissing or shitting, but if you got away with it, it was cool. He was also a little vindictive, and held a grudge. My sister and I often will visit my parents at the same time. So, if I caught Bear in the act and swatted his backside for it, you could guarantee that Bear would get up in the middle of the night, shit outside the bedroom door of the room I was staying in. If my sister caught him and gave him a swat, the next morning, she had a turd outside the door of the bedroom she was staying in. It didn't matter if we switched rooms the next time, stayed up really late, or whatever...the dog would know which room we were in, and whomever gave him the spanking, they got a turd outside their door the next morning. I can recall at least 2 times, I got up the next morning to step in a pile of shit with my bare foot. From there on out, I learned to always turn the hall light on first and check. And EVERY SINGLE TIME he was swatted for being caught in the act of toileting in the house, the offender/swatter was guaranteed a vengeance turd outside their door the next morning. Vengeful little mutt...

I used to have this black lab that would back his ass up a tree and shit down the side of the tree. The funniest time was during one winter when there was like 4' of snow on the ground and he backed up on this tree and took a crap. I would have liked to see people looking at that shit on the side of the tree 4' off the ground.

Not only are there Shameful Shitters in the animal kingdom, there are Turd Terrorists too. One of my cats (I believe the one named Stardust was the culprit) misspent her kittenhood that way.

In the bathroom with the litterbox is a fancy wastebasket, the kind with its own upholstery and frilly little ribbons. It's good for nothing but show, being incredibly small and liable to tip over, plus no one wants to ruin the effect by sticking a trashbag down the damned thing...

I'm convinced this is why Stardust chose to strike there. Repeatedly. And with the most lethal Assault Turds in her arsenal: they dried and superglued themselves to the wastebasket walls before anyone realized the eyeball-bursting reek of kitty byproducts wasn't coming from the litterbox.

Amazingly, my mother (who got stuck sandblasting the scene of the sabotage clean) doesn't blame the perpetrator. She thinks the poor beast mistook her best wastebasket for a litterbox because someone had filled it halfway with gravelly discarded kitten-food.

Now I'll admit the first attack could have been such an innocent mistake, since Stardust is not an intelligent cat. No doubt the payload in her rectum was pressing on her brain and clouding her judgment. But really--how many times could even she try to balance on that wobbling rim, and fall ass-first into the vileness below when she failed, before catching on?

Not many. The other times had to be pure malice. She probably sat up late at nights stubbornly perching on that wastebasket, sharpening her sense of balance until she could deliver her torpedos of brown doom with skill that the greatest human guru of the upper-decker would envy. I can imagine her victory purrs when she finally mastered it.

And I can also imagine the horror her sister Moonbeam felt on finding herself stuck for life with a littermate (pun intended) who liked sadistically pooping in cat food that wasn't hers. My family used to wonder how that formerly fearless kitten grew up to dread and loathe the world...no longer!

just imagine eating a squiggling earthworm

the live, squirming worm enters your mouth and starts crawling down your throat

followed by the SQUISHiest, slimiest slug in the world, it just squishes itrs way into your mouth

and then it POOPs on your eyeball

The pictures made me laugh. Especially the second one. He had such a classic cat look on his face!
Once while I was visiting Reno we were driving through the one neighborhood and I happened to see a Rottweiler squatting in his yard. I rolled down the window and yelled, "Hi rotty taking a crap!" The dog got this horrified look and his long log kind of snapped off in the middle. The rest of it pulled back into his ass. His look reminded me of your cat's look.

This is just darn good Poopreporting. With ebarrassed-dog pictures and everything.

Some of the comments are as funny as the story. So far, our new Pug is totally shameless. We have to watch him carefully to get him outside in time. He'll hunch over and dump right in front of you while you're at the dinner table.

At these moments, GottaMan's name for the pug is "Wretched Animal".

Hey, who said my comment was lame?

At least 2 people.

Hey, a shamefull dog doesn't mess up the yard as much. If your dog poops in the woods, take it as one less thing to worry about (stepping in dog shit).
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