talking of shits
I got caught short yesterday in a field in the middle of nowhere. A quiet sunday morning and no-one around for miles. I couldn't wait any longer so I crouched down with my trousers down, dot leaf in hand when all of a sudden out of nowhere pops up a rambler and his dog. It was very embarassing :(
( Boris Johnson's Press Secretary, Mon 11 May 2009, 7:14, archived)

the way that your little story is written
seems to suggest that the "rambler and his dog" appeared from your bumhole.

or is "rambler and his dog" some kind of poo euphamism?
( bacon and egg roll is going to be big downunder, Mon 11 May 2009, 7:31, archived)