The Real Shit About Fake “Poos”

What I love about being in the dog poop business is that poop is pure. It’s real. It doesn’t lie. Dog poop, for all its stink and bacteria, never pretends to be anything it’s not. No gold boxes, no fancy labels. What you see (and smell) is what you get—and you always know a turd from a toffee.

Dog parents get this. It’s part of the deal. We love our dogs, so we handle their business. It’s right there, in front of us, and it’s the responsible (and legally required) thing to do. We pick it up because we care—about our homes, our shoes, and our shared spaces. And because, honestly, who wants to track that crap back inside?

Why Can’t We Spot the Other Shit?

But here’s the thing—why are we so good at recognizing real shit from our dogs but so terrible at recognizing fake shit elsewhere? We witness violence live-streamed, hear statements with our own ears, and read clear proclamations—only to be told it wasn’t what we saw, read, or heard. Or worse, that it was just a joke.

When did bullshit become policy? When did we stop trusting our own senses? Dogs don’t have this problem. They know when it’s time for fetch and when it’s time for the vet. But people? We’re handed a steaming pile labeled "bonbon" and told it’s sweet. Would you scoop it up for a taste?

There’s too much fake “poo” polluting our feeds. Social media, search engines—even the news. Reader beware: Google and ICE Search Engine Manipulation.

So, What Do We Do?

Honestly? We’re not sure. But here at the dooloop, we stick to what we know:

• Truth matters.

• Kindness counts.

• Scooping shit, literally and metaphorically, is necessary.

We’re not solving world hunger or curing cancer. That’s not our bailiwick. What we do is provide a simple solution to an analog problem. We believe in honesty, in taking care of our environment, and in respecting others—no matter their beliefs.

Live and Let Live (But Scoop the Shit)

So here’s our deal: Let’s all handle our business. Respect each other. Pick up the messes we make and move on. No spin, no filters, no bullsh*t.

If we all trust our own eyes, ears, and experiences more—and talk face to face with each other—we’d end up with a lot less shit on our shoes and in our feeds.

Remember: A turd by any other name is still a turd. Or as Judge Judy (probably) said: Don’t pee on my shoe and tell me it’s raining.

At the dooloop, we’re here to help spread peace, not poo—literally and metaphorically. Want to join us?

#BeThePersonYourDogThinksYouAre