I am posting this picture of the dog, whom shall remain nameless. Just after our last “snowfall.”
She was not to happy because there was not enough to tunnel into and because, I forgot she was out! Here she is. My Golden Girl. Everyone who knows her name knows it and to everyone else she can be Ms. Snowdog, if you give her enough rope she won’t make it back to the door. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? Today she learned how to bark, for me. The thing is, what she was suppose to be learning, was how to come back the same route she went out.
But to bark was a good thing for her to do, especially, since she only ever barks for her master and never for me. I let her out and I forget her. I have to put her on a rope now because she wandered across the street. Once I found out, she lost her freedom. Before that she used to come when I called her. But she always came up behind me. So I kept calling and she would keep on wagging her tail but never bark to let me know she was behind me.
Wonders upon wonders today she found her voice. Woof ! She sounds a little hoarse. When she barks for her master everyday when he arrives home she sounds like a puppy yipping and joyful. But I get a deep low guttural woof. She’s been hanging around me so long she now sounds like me.
Tonight I will be listing The Magician Thimble Cozy at eBay. If you want to watch the auction my seller username is kathnydam . I will be listing more items at Etsy this afternoon and early evening.
1 comment:
Oh I love this!
Yeah I am not sure if I could count on one hand the number of times she has barked for me. Which has subsequently ruined my view of dogs, thinking ALL dogs were like this.
My landlord's Doberman has dispelled that myth multiple times.
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