In short, this is the perfect toy for the budding coprophiliac in your family. I give you...Doggie Do.
So...Yeah. It's a plastic dog that poops. You feed it, and it poops. This is actually my least favorite part of pet ownership, but apparently the Fresh Air Fund is sending kids to Fecal Fantasy Camp these days.
I wonder, is this a gift for people who live in "no pets allowed" buildings, but still yearn to clean up after a defecating dog? Do they roam the sidewalks of their neighborhood, plastic bags in hand, hoping against hope that at least one of their neighbors has thoughtlessly neglected to curb their Akita and collect the steaming pile, so they could swoop down on it like a carrion bird with a fetish so disgusting it makes the other vultures in the flock uncomfortable and faintly nauseated?
I think, in this case, the only person who could possibly provide an appropriate reaction to this is Dr. Clayton Forrester: