So many, many things.
First let me say that I bought this toy for Grace without really looking at the packaging. If I had read the exciting proclamation shouting at me from the box, I certainly would have realized that the DOG POOPS. Yes, it does. And then Barbie scoops it up (see Scooper, above) and deposits it into a trash can, then flips it over and feeds the poop to the dog in a bowl so he can poop it again. Ah, the circle of life.
Although it was shocking and yes, a little disconcerting, to find out about the dog's, shall-we-say habit, we soon adjusted to it, and it became a normal thing to hear me calling from one room of the house to another: "WILL YOU PLEASE COME AND CLEAN UP THIS BARBIE POOP!" or "WHY IS THERE BARBIE DOG POOP IN MY KITCHEN!", etc. And because potty talk is hilarious in my house right now, those announcements are usually followed by massive giggling.
But that's not what's wrong with the picture: in addition to corrupting my children's minds about healthy eating habits, apparently Mattel has been putting them at risk for choking, intestinal perforation, and potential death due to a loose magnet in the pooper scooper. Now that it has been recalled, I have the joy of contacting Mattel and asking with as much dignity as I can muster to please send me a new pooper scooper. Pronto. Otherwise, the dog will have to eat the poop directly off the floor where he pooped it. And that's just disgusting.