Thanks to my friend DB, I have been made aware of Poopin’ Scoopin’ Barbie aka the Barbie Doll and Tanner 
The best part? The “treats” you feed Tanner are also the “poop” that comes out of his butt. Logan, my wonder pooch, has all kinds of posterior issues that I won’t go into because, hey, you might be eating and that Barbie video was more than enough, but suffice it to say Logan has to take doses of bacon-flavored laxative. Logan re-enacts Tanner’s treat-n-poop sequence every single day. I can’t believe Barbie is thrilled about this. I know I’m not.
But wait, there’s more! For you cat lovers out there:
Theresa Doll & her cat Mika
I am just dumbfounded with the hilarity of these toys, and I can’t figure out which one to get for Hubby. To hell with awesome kickass Pirate Barbie
I guess it’s just me, but I’ve always been disturbed by dogs who eat their own shit.
And really squeezing the cat to death just to make it pee in the liter box is hilarious.
Pirate Barbie! My Precioussssss!
All I can say is, the laxative and the resulting product: bacon flavored. It is beyond, beyond disturbing and well into ‘OMG GROSS’ territory, but hey, he’s a dog.
Hubby pointed out that what Barbie needs is for the dog to go snacking in the litter for some yummy cat box crunchies. Because some folks who have both a dog and a cat know whereof I speak.
Oh, my sister and niece gave Tanner to my daughter this year. It’s her first Barbie, and my husband was not sure he wanted into the plastic doll world. Until he met Tanner the Pooping Dog.
I think his uncontrolled laughter was the highlight of my Christmas. The best is the food box that attaches to the back of the trash can. Or is the poop that just flies out the butt when you lift Tanner’s tail? I can’t decide.
No, I know it’s the visions I have of the design meetings they had on this one. Makes me think the creators of the Muppets weren’t the only ones smoking a little sumpin’ sumpin’.
Guess I’ll have to throw away the scooper, however. Can’t part with the dog, though. It brought the “Merry” to our Christmas.
After I stopped laughing at the pet simulation devices, and goggling in awe and happiness at the Pirate Barbie (wow, if they’d had those in 1973, I might have played with Barbies), I noticed one thing that’s said in the Mika commercial….
Dear Mattel Commercial Writers:
It’s called “litter training,” not “potty training.” Potty training a cat is indeed possible, but then you don’t have to fill the receptacle with sand and scoop it out.
(And seriously, litter training? Stupid easy, particularly when compared to genuine potty training of toddlers.)
My 9 year old son and I watched these with a combination of laughter and disbelief. His reaction? “Oh, that ain’t right!” I must concur, son. I must concur.
I don’t even know what to say. Oh wait I do, hysterically funny. This just isn’t right. Also do you have to refill the sand,once it’s gone, where do you buy it?
I don’t know about y’all, but I’ve had more cats than I can count on all digits of my person (my mother is the crazy cat lady), and if my cat was so constantly thirsty, I’d worry about kidney damage. 🙂
Otherwise, those are just too funny. I got old too soon! I totally would want these Barbies!