{"id":3298,"date":"2016-11-23T12:15:32","date_gmt":"2016-11-23T12:15:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/greydogtales.com\/blog\/?p=3298"},"modified":"2017-08-22T12:11:14","modified_gmt":"2017-08-22T12:11:14","slug":"lurchers-beginners-12-poo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/greydogtales.com\/blog\/lurchers-beginners-12-poo\/","title":{"rendered":"Lurchers for Beginners 12: Poo!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Every dog has his day, and every lurcher has her or his bottom, whether a lean, wiry one like Chilli<\/strong>, or a great muscular kangaroo-rump like Django<\/strong>. And make no mistake, a good lurcher bottom is a blessing indeed. It’s somewhere to attach that whippy, waggy tail, for starters. But it has its dark side, and that’s where we must travel today. Where the sun does not shine, there is mischief. And there is poo\u2026<\/p>\n

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We are not prudes at greydogtales<\/em>. If you are of a delicate disposition, go no further. Most enthusiasts of lurchers will have been there, bought the T-shirt and mopped the floor long ago. If you are a weird fiction or horror enthusiast, and are hardened to chainsaw slaughter and transgressive fiction with body parts in it, this post may be too graphic for you, so be warned.<\/p>\n

As a token gesture to the latter groups, we have avoided illustrations of real poo in the wild.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

So, if it goes in at one end, it generally comes out of the other. Sometimes it comes out of both, but we won’t go into that. No-one really wants to talk about the dog throwing up in your shoe, however much you dress it up. Posterior events, on the other hand, are of enormous interest to everyone, as we have proven at many dinner parties and gatherings (it’s true that we don’t get many invitations nowadays, but we’re sure there’s no connection).<\/p>\n

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What is poo? Broadly speaking, it’s what healthy lurchers do to the chicken carcasses, liver treats, biscuits, minced beef and what-have-you that they shovelled into their pretty little faces yesterday. These marvels of biology have also attempted to carry out much the same process on part of your slippers, the kid’s toys, some cushion stuffing, something that fell off the kitchen counter \u2013 and a piece of string (which we shall come to later).<\/p>\n

What you get left with in the Out tray depends, therefore, on what you put in the In tray. We feed raw (the BARF diet), which means that the ensuing poo is generally:<\/p>\n