Stretch…No…No…No…Stop…No…Damnit No…Arghhh….Stop…..Good Boy…Good Boy….No…I said No….Stop it….Damnit…Stop…Come…Come Stretch…No…No…Stop it. Damnit, come….Stretch, come….No No No…Stop Damnit….Don’t run from me…don’t run….Bwahahaha…that little fucker is fast, and cares not what I say.
What are you doing over there?….No Stretch No…I said No….Come Stretch…Come…Damnit…Damnit….No…I said come…Arghghgh!!!
It’s a good thing I have a sense of humor!!!, otherwise you’d have heard some Bang Bangs!
He knows he owns me. Fact.
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It’s the fur. And the eyes. And the cuddles. Little beasts own us, you spoke true.
The older I get, the more comfort I find in a good dog and a warm fire.
I think we should send Stretch and Jack to some kind of wayward doxie school. Maybe a scared straight program of some sort perhaps? But they fear nothing so that won’t work.
True story. Jack was always the type that would grab everythng that hit the floor and then run with it and not come to me! It was infuriating and dangerous for him. So I started saying in my happy voice “Jack. Bring it to me!” and then I would give him a treat in exchange. NOW he goes looking for things to bring to me for a treat exchange! He will climb on end tables and grab a figurine, a full bottle of water, or whatever! Just yesterday he brought me my Allosaurus!! Yes, I felt something tapping my leg, looked down and he had my dinosaur in his mouth, wagging his tail at me! Arrgh!
Smart Doggie. It’s a little know FACT, that boy Doxies were originally put in the pen with a good-looking girl T-Rex. That’s where they get their attitude. Stretch has T-Rex genes…no doubt.
Yabu,
I pretty much think you could substitute just about any dog’s name for Stretch’s in this post and it would ring true. I know it works with my critter’s name, Elsa. Dang dogs, I love ‘em.
You’re right about that…Dogs, man’s best friend…but I still want to kill that little fucker sometimes…not really. I should have named him Mischievous. His OFF button does not work.