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.
Six months old and still growing!
With this change in stature, there has been a change in the volume of excrement, if you catch my drift.
"You're going to need a BIGGER BAG!"
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.
Don't be HAD . . . Get GLAD!
Maybe BIGGER is BETTER after all, at least when it comes to poop patrol!
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