In order to be as cool as I am I needed a Dog, not just your run of the mill dog. A yellow Labrador
Retriever. It was April's Valentines day present/ my new puppy. He was great growing up, He did all things Lab. He learned very quickly how to go out potty outside, to shake with both paws, to sit pretty on his haunches. I can get this dog to do anything I want I told April. So she says make him do his business on command so I read up on it and all you had to do the books tell me is when he is dropping a deuce is say the "PHRASE" and praise him to the high heavens. Well Ladies and gentleman My phrase is BOMBS AWAY, and my dear April in all her feminine ways hates it but she found out today that it works till this day. So while im on the subject of all things lab I will entertain you dear readers with the story of the missing favorite JEANS. Not my favorite but Aprils favorite pair of my jeans the ones she looks at my but in all the time! We were looking for these jeans for well over a month and she kept asking me where I left them? I would look at her with the same dumb lab look the dog gives her and say well if I knew where I left them we wouldn't be having this discussion. Well a few days later I or we found them. You see we kept our mighty Lab in a cage till he was a year and half old then he started sleeping out of his cage and only being in it during the day when we werent home and I or we spyed some denim in his cage and I said hey look he wanted his daddy's jeans to sleep on so he pulled them in his cage! Well to my horror he pulled them through his cage and proceeded to shred them into a waist band with hula hay hanging from the waist. So if you want to hear more funny stories of Tucker aka the blonde bomber leave some feedback and I will share the stories of him and his mighty labness
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3 comments:
I'm STILL pissed about those jeans. ;-)
I love dogs (you know, in case you didn't get that from my blog)! Tell away - Tucker sounds awesome.
Ozzie once pulled my Surger Sewing Machine's cord into his crate and proceeded to chew it into one inch pieces... did i mention it was plugged in at the time... or that this uber expensive machine comes with a specialized cord??
I was horrified when i came in to find 10 billion tiny pieces all over his crate and a wagging butt doggie.
My Dad 'fixed' my machine by splicing in an extension cord... the lights dimmed whenever i would press the pedal to the surger machine...i'm thinking that wasn't a good thing.
It was the last time i put Ozzie in my sewing room alone
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