Mommy went to see the movie Megamind yesterday which she liked. I planned to write this blog about how I am actually far more intelligent than that blue space alien. However, since it is a movie, I realize that sometimes you have to stretch reality for entertainment. Then I happened to run across a news item that upset me tremendously. Sure, it is okay when Hollywood doesn't worry about reality, but a zoo in Topeka, Kansas is selling elephant poop in their gift shop and people are paying $10- $25. for it. We dogs know the humans aren't smart, but even I thought they had more sense than to spend money on poop. Don't get me wrong--poop is interesting, but these are the same humans who, if their dog has an accident get all upset and hostile. Why not just let it air out for 10 days and paint it? Then the humans could start their own poop selling gift shop? Instead of an accident, the human would be making money. For those humans who are interested in purchasing your own elephant poop, it is called My Pet Poo. Sure, like most humans have a pet elephant hanging out at their house. Where is the truth in advertising? Why not call it Elephant Poo or Horton Gives a Poo? If Dr. Seuss were alive, it could make an interesting sequel to the Horton Hears a Who book. This proves my point that dogs don't get the respect that we deserve. The only good thing for us dogs is that no political party has chosen us as their mascot. Since we are mostly members of the fur party, it would be a conflict of interest for us to represent another party.
Demon Flash Bandit (Talking About Elephant Poop)