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		<title>By: Kim N</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kim N</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 00:17:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh boy do I remember that!  That was really funny...ahem...awful.  Poor dad has had some great experiences for us to get a laugh out of.  Too bad this isn&#039;t the only time he got stuck outside without his clothing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh boy do I remember that!  That was really funny&#8230;ahem&#8230;awful.  Poor dad has had some great experiences for us to get a laugh out of.  Too bad this isn&#8217;t the only time he got stuck outside without his clothing!</p>
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		<title>By: Wendy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Wendy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 23:01:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Aunt Edna... I didn&#039;t need another reason to refuse the &quot;we want a dog&quot; plea.. but THANK you for giving me yet another one to add to the already long list.  Poor Uncle Lynn!  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Aunt Edna&#8230; I didn&#8217;t need another reason to refuse the &#8220;we want a dog&#8221; plea.. but THANK you for giving me yet another one to add to the already long list.  Poor Uncle Lynn!  <img src='http://grandmahenke.com/grandma/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Edna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Edna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh Ann, that is funny.    I can picture it all.  And what with the floor plan of your house it is amazing you and Arnold didn&#039;t traipse through it.    We have so many funny poop stories in our history, don&#039;t we ... like the one of Dad and the hip boots in the septic tank, or the septic tank/roto rooter story.  Poop can be a funny topic ... We need our fingers washed off with soap for such talk!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Ann, that is funny.    I can picture it all.  And what with the floor plan of your house it is amazing you and Arnold didn&#8217;t traipse through it.    We have so many funny poop stories in our history, don&#8217;t we &#8230; like the one of Dad and the hip boots in the septic tank, or the septic tank/roto rooter story.  Poop can be a funny topic &#8230; We need our fingers washed off with soap for such talk!</p>
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		<title>By: "Annie Roonie"</title>
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		<dc:creator>"Annie Roonie"</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:34:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dog poop stories get funnier and funnier as the people involved get older and recall them.  I have one for you.  Many years ago one of our sons had two Great Danes.   One night the larger of the two was in the house up in this sons room.   Late that night when all were fast asleep in our beds, I was awakened by a horric smell!   I at first thought, &quot;Oh my gosh the septic tank has backed up&quot;.  When I woke my hubby, he took one large gasping breath and jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen to see what the matter might be.  

Now you have to invision this.  Our bedroom was next to the kitchen, but the light switch to the kitchen was by the back door.  A person had to go past the refridge to reach the door and/or the light switch.  The next thing I hear as I am gagging under our bed covers is: &quot;Oh no!  Oh no!&quot;   So of course I quickly leapt from my bed and ran to see what it was that was causing him so much consternation.   
( I must mention nere that aI do not see well without my contact lenses in).  As I began to run in front of the fridge to see what was upsetting my hubby so much, he was bent over towards me with his hands out and yelling, &quot;stop stop&quot;.   There in front of the fridge was the biggest pile of doggie doo doo that I have ever seen in my life - and I have seen plenty doggie doo doo.

As it turned out that poor dog had tried to wake our son so that he could go outside to do his duty, but couldn&#039;t wake him up, and of course the poor animal couldn&#039;t open the door.
He had simply gotten as far as he could and unloaded in front of the fridge as he faced the closed door.

We woke our son and told him he had a &quot;mess&quot; to clean up, and as we lay in our bed laughing under our covers so that we could breath , we heard him out there saying, &quot;bad dog bad dog&quot; and shoveling the poop out.

We have marveld over the years how hubby managed to not step in it as he went for the light switch.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dog poop stories get funnier and funnier as the people involved get older and recall them.  I have one for you.  Many years ago one of our sons had two Great Danes.   One night the larger of the two was in the house up in this sons room.   Late that night when all were fast asleep in our beds, I was awakened by a horric smell!   I at first thought, &#8220;Oh my gosh the septic tank has backed up&#8221;.  When I woke my hubby, he took one large gasping breath and jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen to see what the matter might be.  </p>
<p>Now you have to invision this.  Our bedroom was next to the kitchen, but the light switch to the kitchen was by the back door.  A person had to go past the refridge to reach the door and/or the light switch.  The next thing I hear as I am gagging under our bed covers is: &#8220;Oh no!  Oh no!&#8221;   So of course I quickly leapt from my bed and ran to see what it was that was causing him so much consternation.<br />
( I must mention nere that aI do not see well without my contact lenses in).  As I began to run in front of the fridge to see what was upsetting my hubby so much, he was bent over towards me with his hands out and yelling, &#8220;stop stop&#8221;.   There in front of the fridge was the biggest pile of doggie doo doo that I have ever seen in my life &#8211; and I have seen plenty doggie doo doo.</p>
<p>As it turned out that poor dog had tried to wake our son so that he could go outside to do his duty, but couldn&#8217;t wake him up, and of course the poor animal couldn&#8217;t open the door.<br />
He had simply gotten as far as he could and unloaded in front of the fridge as he faced the closed door.</p>
<p>We woke our son and told him he had a &#8220;mess&#8221; to clean up, and as we lay in our bed laughing under our covers so that we could breath , we heard him out there saying, &#8220;bad dog bad dog&#8221; and shoveling the poop out.</p>
<p>We have marveld over the years how hubby managed to not step in it as he went for the light switch.</p>
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		<title>By: Going Like Sixty</title>
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		<dc:creator>Going Like Sixty</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ohhhhh nooooo. That reminds me of the scene from Poltergeist in the freshly dug pool. Except it would be doggy poo. 
ewwwwwww.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ohhhhh nooooo. That reminds me of the scene from Poltergeist in the freshly dug pool. Except it would be doggy poo.<br />
ewwwwwww.</p>
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