OK, let me get this straight: I won't give in to the kids' ardent pleas for a dog because, despite their enthusiastic assurances to the contrary, I know I will end up being the one scoopin' the poop. I don't want to do it. So . . . I should get them a doll whose dog I have to scoop up after?! Not bloody likely.
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August 31, 2006
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This doll is just showing loads of kids how if they get a pet they can just shirk the gruesome aspects on to their ever-slaving, happy-to-help mothers! Where is Daddy in all the poop-scooping I would like to know?! I bet Ken is sat slobbing out in the pub while Barbie shovles shit! lol
I'm gonna post an article on this doll on my blog, 'Diary of Barbie's Worst Enemy' tomorrow as I think this is another disaster product fresh from the Mattel factory.
Posted by: Sarah Parry | August 31, 2006 at 04:54 PM
Our house is a Barbie-free zone, but I just can't even believe there are people who would buy this. Wait, yes I can....
Posted by: Karen | August 31, 2006 at 06:12 PM
Where is Daddy in all the poop-scooping I would like to know?! I bet Ken is sat slobbing out in the pub while Barbie shovles shit!
Yeah, men are no good! Funny!
Posted by: scott | August 31, 2006 at 10:42 PM
This is the looniest idea they've had since the "Growing-Up(breast growing, that is)Skipper" they had out in the early 70s!!
Posted by: Library Lady | September 04, 2006 at 02:29 PM