Labradoodle & Goldendoodle Forum
Here is what happened – I was born at this great place where there was a big dog that had these totally awesome milk machines on her tummy. I loved those milk machines and she let me have all that I wanted. This dog taught me all that I know about being a puppy, how to jump, wag my tail, all kinds of stuff. Then there was this lady named “Breeder” she was super nice and when me and my brothers and sisters got a little bit older she gave us this really yummy stuff called puppy gruel - crushed kibble and warm goats milk, I liked it so much that I may have eaten more than my fair share - but don’t tell anybody. So life was pretty sweet. Breeder had been teaching us all some games, and I am pretty good at them. They are called kennel up, get busy (this means to pee/poop in the grass – so fun), go to my spot (get on my bed) and all kinds of other stuff. I really like Breeder and she says that I am one smart puppy.
So today the smelly lady comes over, let me say that she doesn’t smell bad, she smells like flowers, but it would be better if she smelled like dog butt. And I remember she and this guy were here once before when I was just a baby. Anyway – she is playing with me. I like that. So Breeder and her are playing all the games with me that I know and I am teaching smelly lady how to do them. She must not be too smart or she would already know how to hold on to my lease while I walk her. Then she says she is taking me for a car ride – woo hoo – all us doodles love to ride. THAT was a big mistake! They never took me back to Breeder, they just kept right on driving.
I have to say the place where I am being held captive is very nice – maybe I’m getting Stockholm Syndrome. Smelly has obviously been planning this crime for a while – she has all the items needed to carry out her devious plot. There is a dog crate, really nice doggie bed with my name embroidered on it, oh and lots of really fun toys – all brand new and just for me she claims. Smelly is insisting on calling herself my “Mom”.
Her partner in crime is a man who goes by the name of “Dad”, this could be his alias. Smelly is also telling me that I have a brother named Humphrey but who is she kidding – Humphrey is a CAT. Like I said - not real smart, and anyhoo I’m choosing to ignore the four-legged thing, truth be told - he looks at me like he’s mad that I’m here. “Hey lizard breath - I didn’t ask for this either ya know.” And I really did see him eat a baby lizard – how gross can you get?
So far the treatment has been pretty awesome because I’m sure that they are arranging the ransom as I write this and want to return me in good condition. Please call the Police Dogs and get them right on this. Sooooo, while I wait for rescue, I’ll just “play” along, ya know - enjoy some of the amenities. Hey look at that pool!
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