Molesworth wrote:
> My dog generally has a walk every evening about 5.30.
>
> She now regards this as a right.
>
And so it is ;-)
> If I don't feel like it, or it's pee-ing down, she merely sits there and
> *stares* at me.
>
> Starts out with no accompanying noise, but if I ignore her for more than
> 10 minutes, she starts 'Hrmmph-ing' with a mental tapping of feet.
>
> Another 5 mins and the 'Hrrmphh's' become more frequent.
>
With my German Shepherd many years ago, I just had to get the car keys
out of my pocket. It was hard to resist 80 pounds of GSD looking
meaningfully at the car & whining.
> I can't take more than 15 mins. I can't concentrate or do anything
> without being acutely aware that there is a small-ish black dog with
> eyes drilling into my mind - telepathically.
>
> So when I at last try to put my trainers on she goes absolutely apeshit.
>
> She doesn't bite (and never has) but she 'mouths my feet, stands on my
> shoes, and generally bounces up and down. Trying to put the lead on is
> always a nightmare as her head is moving so rapidly.
>
> Excitement personified.
>
Sounds like my lad used to be.
She's nice :-)
I wonder why she ended up where you found her.
> If I didn't love her so much, she'd be a nuisance.
>
> And her stocking is up on the mantlepiece.
>
With an extra bone in it.
One trick Bullet used to have was to give the boss where I worked the
full miserable dog treatment if I was called into work too early. It was
nicely graduated, too, according to how much earlier than 6 o'clock he
had to get up.
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Tciao for Now!
John.
