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Now, THAT is some dog, eh, E. B.? White, that is, if that is ok to posit at this Covid period.
The elements of style.
Someone earned a few Milk-Bones and a good belly scratching.
Well trained dogs are a joy. Poorly trained dogs get the owners a well placed smack upside the head.
My Doberman was a beautiful dog. I worked hard to train him. He was gentle and loved by everyone. Fantastic with kids and a natural watch dog.
My neighbour’s dogs however….
No bad dogs, just bad dog owners.
That’s just not fair, four legs good.
What a team!
And white men still can’t jump.
Not just a good dog. That qualifies as great.
How about this Parkour (Barkour) pooch and his master?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHfuW06HqkQ
Dogs just wanna have fun.
My canine “stepbrother” is much the same way. Give him his favourite toy and he’ll play “fetch” until he drops from exhaustion. Then he’ll sleep for a few minutes and then he’s ready for another round.
That dog in the video is a real champion player. Hope his nose wasn’t hurt after the game!
Recently, a Golden Lab moved in next door — barks at everything. When the owners are away, she cries like a baby, when lonely. When she does that I usually go talk to her. It seems quite therapeutic to her, she’ll sit and lay down on command. I feel sheepish not giving her a treat for doing so though. The other day she wagged her tail anyway. I guess she forgave me.
Here are some cute ‘doggo’ photos:
https://www.boredpanda.com/funny-dogs-pictures/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=organic
I can imagine my canine “stepbrother” being like #21.
The golden lab reminds me of the first dachshund in the family. My parents visited me one day and brought her along. We went over to the nearby shopping centre and left her in my apartment. She wasn’t pleased about it and I was reprimanded by the rental office for it.
After that, whenever my parents came with her, someone was always at home.
My “stepbrother” doesn’t like being left alone, either. Whenever he stays with me when I’m at my house in B. C., he always kicks up a fuss when I have to go out on business. When I come back, though, and I open the door, the first thing he does is rush past me and run all the way to the back gate and back. Then he lets me know he’s glad that I’m home again.
Yes, they have to pretend they’re upset with you for 30 seconds then all is well again.
Doggo next door walked away from me when I said that I didn’t like it that she barked so much at everyone walking by. When she got to the back fence she sat down and then looked back at me and smiled again.
Before her, there was big Walter, the German Shepherd.
When Wally lived next door about 15 years ago, (how could I forget him) he used to howl from inside the basement every time there was a thunder storm. He was so frightened and loud I think the whole neighbourhood heard him, he’d go… …..”ahhwooooooooo” continuously, until the storm ended, the poor baby.