Doesn’t She Have A Doggy Doo Picker-Upper On Staff?

Mimi was outside the Cavalli store in NYC the other day, probably daydreaming about unicorns dancing on a rainbow salad or something, when her pooch dropped a few caca nuggets on the sidewalk. Instead of picking that shit up or forcing one of the help to do it, she fluttered off back into the store. She left the dog shit right there on the sidewalk for an innocent person with nice shoes to step on. Illegal, but I don’t blame her. I rant about dog shit all the time on here, because it’s the worst part of my day. I’ve tried to train my dog to not shit at all, but I haven’t had any luck.

Now if I left even a crumb of my dog’s doody on the sidewalk, at least three dumb whores would pull a citizen’s arrest on me.

The other day, my doggy was doing the squat dance all over the place and some dumb ass whore of a stupid lady stopped to watch. Not because she loves poochie poo, but because she wanted to make sure I was going to pick it up. I know the type. She probably slipped on wet canine poo in the past and it made her some sort of dog shit nazi. The wench waited until I picked up every last piece. Thankfully, my doggy didn’t go diarrhea or I would’ve been screwed. I just would have dropped his leash and dog shit bag and screamed, “I quit this bitch!”

I hate dog shit. End of rant.

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