Raglet's wonderful snap of her two dogs reminded me of a story about a pair of boxer pups. Sorry if I repeat myself, but I loved it.
I had always wanted a boxer, but knew it wasn't practical, but my friend knew how I felt about them. I would have loved this pair, despite their habit, but did not have space for two great big dogs.
Anyway ... my friend had a friend who had taken on a pair of boxer pups that were not to be separated because one of them was deaf and followed the other everywhere.
Problems started quickly because the pups were very boisterous and busy, and my friend's mate was very house proud. Eventually she asked my friend if she knew anybody who would take the pups off her hands because she could not cope with them any longer.
My friend immediately thought of me, but first asked her exactly what the problems were.
It turned out they had developed a habit she just could not deal with.
They would bolt into the garden as soon as she let them out and return with snails which they deposited on the kitchen floor. Whilst the dogs continued to rush in and out snail hunting and depositing, some of the snails fast enough would start to make their way up the kitchen cupboards, table legs, etc.
They would do this until they could find no more, then race back to the kitchen knocking everything flying and bouncing off one another, then tuck into them with great gusto, loudly crunching and allowing slaver, bits of shell and slime to fly around the kitchen ... :rotfl:
How sweet is that?:hehe:
I had always wanted a boxer, but knew it wasn't practical, but my friend knew how I felt about them. I would have loved this pair, despite their habit, but did not have space for two great big dogs.
Anyway ... my friend had a friend who had taken on a pair of boxer pups that were not to be separated because one of them was deaf and followed the other everywhere.
Problems started quickly because the pups were very boisterous and busy, and my friend's mate was very house proud. Eventually she asked my friend if she knew anybody who would take the pups off her hands because she could not cope with them any longer.
My friend immediately thought of me, but first asked her exactly what the problems were.
It turned out they had developed a habit she just could not deal with.
They would bolt into the garden as soon as she let them out and return with snails which they deposited on the kitchen floor. Whilst the dogs continued to rush in and out snail hunting and depositing, some of the snails fast enough would start to make their way up the kitchen cupboards, table legs, etc.
They would do this until they could find no more, then race back to the kitchen knocking everything flying and bouncing off one another, then tuck into them with great gusto, loudly crunching and allowing slaver, bits of shell and slime to fly around the kitchen ... :rotfl:
How sweet is that?:hehe: