Will do!
Any more suggestions for alternate terms would be greatfully received.
My favourite so far is 'dog ordure'
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Fri 21 Mar 2003, 18:08,
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My favourite so far is 'dog ordure'
I shall rack my brains this evening,
and come up with more euphemisms than you can swing a kitten at. Schnauzer Droppings, for example.
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Fri 21 Mar 2003, 18:14,
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Fri 21 Mar 2003, 18:23,
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Names for Dog Poo
My Irish friends name for dog shit is the best... 'Doggy Pukker'
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Fri 28 Mar 2003, 12:14,
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White Dog Poo
1. I moderate the Sunderland Message Board (somebody has to) and white dog poo has long been a favourite off topic. Since I was small in the 50s until my nephew moved out in the 80s, a footpath through our estate north of Sunderland was a favourite dumping ground (if you'll pardon the pun) for dogs. Until now we were generally agreed that the phenomenon no longer occurred and that perhaps this was due to the more balanced nature of dog food. What a joy to know it can still be found. You lucky people.
2. My daughter must have been about two when, one day, I returned home for lunch, stepped out of the car and she greeted me with "Daddy, you are in the doggy doo." Of course I immediately checked my boots. Clean. I got in the house and was greeted by a tirade. Apparently I was in the dog HOUSE, not the dog doo (I forget why). But the term dog doo has stuck.
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Fri 28 Mar 2003, 12:29,
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2. My daughter must have been about two when, one day, I returned home for lunch, stepped out of the car and she greeted me with "Daddy, you are in the doggy doo." Of course I immediately checked my boots. Clean. I got in the house and was greeted by a tirade. Apparently I was in the dog HOUSE, not the dog doo (I forget why). But the term dog doo has stuck.