American advertising will tell you bigger is better.
A bigger car. A bigger house, A bigger paycheck. A bigger phallus. Did I just type that out loud? Wait! Size doesn’t matter does it, unless you are buying burgers and fries?
But bigger isn’t always better.
A bigger car loan. A bigger mortgage. Bigger responsibilities at work. A bigger need for performance enhancing drugs or surgery due to inadequate anatomy.
Where am I going with this? Viagra Falls?
No, this near and dear issue arose this morning as I took the dogs out for their morning constitutionals.
Since we adopted Kurt in February, he has grown considerably.
With this change in stature, there has been a change in the volume of excrement, if you catch my drift.
With our first dog, Carly–a beagle mix, one baggie could pick up 2 or 3 messes. With Sammy our miniature dachsund, one baggie could last all week. But here I am with Kurt and my little Glad sandwich baggie. It’s like being in a stall with only one square left, and you really need like half a roll. And no one around to spare a square! In the end, I have poop on my hands and a new desire to shop for bigger bags.
Maybe BIGGER is BETTER after all, at least when it comes to poop patrol!