Jim says...
When we were in college in Bozeman, we got a cute little rat-dog we named Festus. Generally, a pretty good little dog, but I came home one day and my wife met me and said, "Don't hurt the dog!!" That'll get your attention right away!
"What'd he do?"
"Well, he was real quiet, and I went looking for him...he was in your gun room..." her voice trailed off as I pushed by her. There, leaning in the corner just like I'd left it, was my new Ruger .257 Roberts (round top, limited edition). Almost just like I left it, that is, except for the itty bitty teeth marks all over the buttstock.
We lost Festus a little later to distemper, so we got Red - a real dog - half GermanShepard/half German Shorthair. He ate, on two consecutive days while we were out, a couch (early Salvation Army, good college furniture), a loaf of bread with wrapper, one full box of TicTacs, and six bananas with peels.
All our recent dogs are perfect angels, however...
Questions about dog behavior and training? Send them to: sandersagility@gmail.com.
Monday, April 28, 2008
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