There’s usually a moment on my dog walks where I almost hang Harley in an attempt to prevent him from eating goose poop.
Ick.
Today I tried a new tactic: the epic flip-out. And it worked! Harley dove for a piece of goose crap and violence ensued.1 I try not to get animal abuse-y, especially in public, but it was totally worth it because Harley wouldn’t even look at the poop after that.
I took them on a second walk around lake Calhoun this evening and had no issues. Great success. And yes, I plan on doing the same thing if my future children even get NEAR goose crap. Hide yo kids, hide yo wife.
Harley’s unamused.
1Shouting, stomping, and a swift tap with the leash.
Ah, yes. I’m familiar with the struggle to keep the dog from eating poop. Although my dog favors the much more disgusting varieties. I’ll keep the details to myself so as not to gross out your readers.
I’m glad you’ve found a way to keep Harley out of it! It’s an ongoing struggle at my house. Sigh.
Sigh. I don’t know what’s more disgusting than goose poop. I mean, my dachshund used to roll in dead animals, but … I just don’t want to know… eek.