Labradoodle & Goldendoodle Forum
I had high hopes this morning when I woke up and the sun was shining that today was going to be a good day. I showered like normal, ate my oatmeal, and then the dogs and I drove up to the park for our morning walk. It all seemed so perfect until I realized that all of God’s creatures were up and moving about, too. We must have missed our invitation to the groundhog convention, because we saw many of them running to get to the party and mostly using the path directly in front of us.
Nothing ruins our walks like groundhogs, because our walk quickly goes from relaxing to a code red alert status where I am no longer enjoying our walk, but using all my senses to hone in on where those dastardly terrorists groundhogs are in relationship to my dogs.
Today, I let my guard down because as we were walking back to our car, I saw a woman with a dog sitting at a picnic table just a few feet from my car.
Nothing bugs me more than being the only car in the parking lot and having someone pull up and park right next to me, when there are thousands of other open spaces all around us.
I feel the same way when someone leans into talk to me and encroaches on my personal space. Frankly, I don’t need to examine your tonsils to have a conversation with you.
So, anyway, there sat that woman with her dog in an area that was clearly defined as off limits by the proximity of my car. Well, as I was checking off the reasons in my head why the world would be a better place if I were in charge of all the rules, the dogs surged forward; I tripped over a groundhog hole and fell flat on my face.
(JD, I think we have a case against that Groundhog!)
Luckily, I was carrying a large poop bag filled with Vern’s morning deposit and landed on it to help cushion my fall. Thank you, Vern, for always being there for me. Of course, I did what every sane person does when they fall and immediately got up and looked around to see who witnessed my fall and if anyone was close enough to overhear the “endearments” I called my dogs as I was pitching forward. Thankfully, I didn’t see too many people and the woman with the dog got up and moved and we got safely in our car to go home. I did notice that Fudge seems particularly interested in the smells on my right arm, which leads me to believe the poop bag wasn’t the only thing I fell on. Right about now, I am wishing I got a couple of these:
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Imagine if they were both 90 pounds. At least, Fudge and Guinness are not as big as our other two.
Does it count as "rehoming" if you just trade them in for a smaller model? :)
Elderly!!!???? Oh boy!
I don't think so....it is called a trade-in :) I know....can you believe Sue!! She is in big trouble. LOL
Sue, ELDERLY....OMD....Jane and I are coming for you soon and we are bringing some big dogs....LOL!!
They're all going to stand in your personal space!
LOL
you gals are silly. thanks for laughs! -I'm laughing with you Laurie, not at you, I promise :o)
Thank you, Sherri....I almost believe you :) LOL
My trainer was telling me today about another client who he described as "elderly and inactive" who was having trouble handling her 6 month old Husky puppy (WTD....a Husky for heaven sakes???). I asked him if he said the same thing about me to his other clients. He quickly said "no" that he considered my DH and me to be very active. He didn't say a word about the "elderly" thing. I thought it best not to pursue it....but after reading this....geez.
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