My grandchildren adore Grandma Ginger's dog.
The photo above is my eldest grandchild, taken about a million years ago.
I mean, she's losing her baby teeth and soon turning eight years old!
When certain grandchildren call on the phone, they are happy to talk with me,
and even HAPPIER to have a little chat with their canine friend.
Tonight, as is often the case, I dutifully put the phone up to my dog's ear,
as the kids cooed tender, loving words to their furry friend.
My dog is a pure-bred MUTT from the pound.
She's almost ten-years-old, but she can still learn NEW TRICKS.
The photo above is my eldest grandchild, taken about a million years ago.
I mean, she's losing her baby teeth and soon turning eight years old!
When certain grandchildren call on the phone, they are happy to talk with me,
and even HAPPIER to have a little chat with their canine friend.
Tonight, as is often the case, I dutifully put the phone up to my dog's ear,
as the kids cooed tender, loving words to their furry friend.
My dog is a pure-bred MUTT from the pound.
She's almost ten-years-old, but she can still learn NEW TRICKS.
Recently, she learned how to hold her biscuit between her jaws until I tell her she can go eat it.
I can take a stroll around the house while she's latching onto that biscuit,
waiting for my cue.
A friend tells me this is sadistic.
Actually, my dog LOVES this game. Not just the biscuit, but the GAME.
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Here's a local sign of SPRING:
I can take a stroll around the house while she's latching onto that biscuit,
waiting for my cue.
A friend tells me this is sadistic.
Actually, my dog LOVES this game. Not just the biscuit, but the GAME.
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Here's a local sign of SPRING:
4 comments:
Beautiful dog. Our dog -- also a pound mutt, just 12 lbs., plays that game too -- he lies down with a treat on his paw until we tell him he can eat it.
I love your blog -- the pictures are sensational.
We have two dogs but my kids love grandma and grandpa's dog more I swear. Everytime they call, they ask to see (We Skype) to see their dog. My special needs son still asks to see their dog even though it died a few months ago.
My miserly, practical parents had NO DOGS. Of Course, Guy's parents did. But our dogs are my kids' favorites. And they will be Scoots', too, once the dogs get past the knock-you-flat-to-lick-you-stage. Ten years? It's been that long?
oh! I love that dog! He deserved the tribute :) It's nice to see a post on a "Mutt" when all I see are "puppy mill" dogs - high pedigree, I mean, often from very shady (or at least, motivations are questionable) breeders. I'm a mutt person to the core.
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