Crotch Tales From The Groin...
I made the mistake of starting to feed Wenzel and our other dog right when I get up. That means, at 7 am, I wander through the kitchen, turn on some water for coffee, fill the dog bowls and then go fill the toilet bowl.
The trouble is, Wenzel knows what time it is.
If, by chance, I want to sleep in, Wenzel will jump on my bed and then put her front paws on my chest, and then she'll stare at my sleeping face while she jumps up and down.
She does the same thing at five in the afternoon when she gets fed again, only this time, because I am sitting, she'll put her paws on my belly and jump up and down.
This is not a trick I wanted her to learn...
We were driving in to Mum's therapy swimming session when Mum declared that she needed to tell the therapists that her crotch was sore.
"You mean "groin", right Momma?"
"Oh, this stroke!"
While in town, I saw this woman and her dog escorting this man along the sidewalk. It got me to thinking...
Now I'm in the market for an old, solid bicycle to cannibalize to make one for me.
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How about one like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9YP848KDlA&feature=player_embedded
Er.., this (actual link)
Stucco, I was thinking more like this one...
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x462cl_bigtricycle_blog
I want one of those too!
Dogs (and cats) can tell time really well. But they suck at recognizing when it's daylight savings time.
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