Jim: Hey Joe, how's your headache?
Joe: I went to the doctor as you said and I still have it but now I'm a $200 poorer.
Jim: You idiot, I said Dog Turd and not doctor.
When you are walking your dog and its takes a gigantic poop in your neighbor's yard. Instead of actually picking it up in a plastic bag, you reach just adjacent to it with a bagged hand, thus simulating a responsible neighbor cleaning up after its dog. If you want to complete the ruse, you actually tie the bag full and toss it in the nearest trash can.
Wife: "Honey, are you going to pick that up?"
Husband: "Are you kidding me? Do you see the size of that poop? I'm going ghosting that dog turd."
A term that describes the miserable, disheveled state caused by extreme sleep deprivation, especially when combined with the draining demands of everyday domestic life.
I'm feeling a little extra domestically-battered-wrinkled-dog-turd today on account of having slept only 2.5 hours.