When he was a kid he had a guinea pig named Tweety, which he'd let out of the cage to run around the house. One day he was watching TV and eating nacho cheese Doritos out of the bag, not really paying attention to what Tweety was doing, or looking at the bag as he was reaching in for handfuls of chips. One particular bite of Doritos was bitter and extra-tangy and nasty (I think they're kind of nasty to start with but maybe that's just me), so he looked in the bag, and Tweety had pooped in it! My husband ate guinea pig poop!
I try not to think of this during romantic moments... 
One more amusing thing, we used to have a cat named Noodle who was a Maine Coon. He loved water. One day I turned the bathroom sink on just enough so it dripped continuously, and I put him on the edge of the sink to see what he'd do. He loved batting at the water and sucking it out of his paw fur so much that it became an obsession. You'd go in the bathroom and he'd run to follow you in, then climb up on the sink and meow. Often he'd just lay in the basin, snoozing. When it came time to brush your teeth you had to shut him out of there or he'd get covered in toothpaste froth because he just couldn't stay out of the way.
It was insanely cute.Who's got a funny pet story? Bonus points if it involves doody in some manner.
so, did your pup learn his lesson?
This one time I dropped the brick, and the blood splatter flew up in the air and landed just inside my mouth on my lower lip (I must've had my mouth hanging open in amazement at the awesome game we'd made up, to while away the hot summer afternoon). I remember - vividly - running across the front of the house to the back door, bawling my head off and screaming, but trying to keep my lower lip protruded as far from my head as it could possibly go, lest I get any tick blood actually past my teeth and INSIDE my mouth. My mom and dad still laugh about it. I don't know what we did with Lady's ticks after that, but we certainly never dropped another brick on a swollen tick!