We have two large dogs. One Chocolate Lab and one Black Mouth Cur. The Lab, Nicky, is a handsome, sweet, and lazy clod who thinks hes married to my husband. The Cur, Buddy, was a rescue who was abused, the after effects of which are that his brain turns off when hes stressed. Consequently a lot of people think hes stupid. Hes anything but. Because I rescued him, he is in his mind, and everyone elses, my dog. Hes unbelievably obedient and loyal to me with a habit of seeming to read my mind, and groaning when I do. Hes my very own, four legged Greek Chorus. Yesterday my husband came home from a business trip to Louisiana with a rather icky souvenir. Hed bought a dried baby crocodile head. The daughter and I were unimpressed (ew, ew, and thats mean) so it was banished to his office. At some point he says, he saw Buddy (the Cur) eyeballing his crocodile head. He told him NO. Thats mine. This morning we woke up to a surprise. Either Buddy had repeated the statement Thats mine. back to himself and got a different perspective on the matter, or he psychically sensed my revulsion at the stinking gape-jawed lizard corpse that had invaded my home. Either way, he took action. All that was left this morning was a pair of glass eyeballs and a smear. Bad dog, or obedient soldier? I know which way Im voting. ;)
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 14:34:04 +0000
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