poop poop poopy poop

What have all 3 of my bigger kids asked Santa for this, nope not a nice fairy or a lovely bedtime book. On all three of their lists was a shitting dog:

Just for those of you who don't know we have two very real life dogs that not only deposit piles of poo at every opportunity when out walking, but they also leave a plentiful supply in the back garden. So personally this would be the very last thing on my wish list, in fact if I was given it I would run over it with car.

However my kids seem very taken with it, maybe due to the ads that are on TV every two seconds, or maybe because they will have a bright career ahead of them as official poo picker uppers, or maybe its just because they are gross.

So being Santa's helper I headed off to toys r us to buy this delightful toy, with joy in my heart at the prospect of playing it endlessly over the Christmas holidays, oh how exciting I can barely contain myself.

Obviously I got to the shop and could not find the bloody game. So off I headed to customer service, where my mind went blank, I could not for the life of me remember what the toy was called. The slightly older staff member was very helpful as I bumbled around talking about dogs, poo and scoops to pick it up. The poor woman must wonder what today's generation of kids are parents are up to, being obsessed with such a ridiculous present.

She was lovely and lead me to the games aisle where we hunted for the game, sadly with no success. So I will be on the hunt yet again tomorrow for a dog that shits, while I leave my own two poop hounds at home in their crate.