Puppy Love

Today, I'm going to talk about my dog.

Yes, my dog.

She's quite the little trooper! You see, when we first got her, we'd also had another puppy, and had decided that the other pup needed a playmate, so we got our Sassy as well.

Those two were hell on wheels. They would run, play, wrestle, and just have great fun together!

Oh, they are labs.. Roxy = Black Lab, Sassy = Yellow Lab.

Sad to say, just after turning 2 years old, Roxy was hit by a speeding car, and killed.

Now, we've just got Sassy, but she's coping well, and is actually becoming more of a character than she had been with Roxy with us!

Take last night for example:

I usually give Sassy a treat once I get home. She'll greet me at the door, I'll scratch her ears, give her a nice belly rub, and then she'll growl to me in her "puppy talk" about everything she did while I was gone.

After she's done, I'll ask her if she was good. If she hasn't been, she'll lie down, and I'll pet her, but she won't get a treat. If she has, she'll sit up, and look at me with that crooked dog head look (you know what I'm talking about!).

Oh, and she doesn't lie to me! We've actually tested it, and she's honest each and every time about if she's good or bad. There have been times where we're sure that she's been good, but she'll lay down instead. We find out later that something had been chewed on, or there's a minor potty stain somewhere in the house. This leads me to believe that as long as she's treated well and made to feel safe, she'll never be unfaithful to me or my family.

Anyway, back to my story!

On this day, I asked the question, and she sat up and watched me intently. Nodding, and praising her for being good, I went to the cupboard, and took down the treats. But this time, I decided to do something different.

The treats she really loves fit perfectly into one of her chew toys that we bought her called a Kong. So, I put two treats in the Kong, and gave it to her.

Normally, she just chews on her toys. This time? She was throwing it around in the air, growling at it, then pouncing, holding it in her mouth and strutting around the house with it, etc..

You'd think I'd given her a "Dog of the Year" award with the way she was acting!

Anyway, that's my story for today.

Nothing serious, no complaints about work, just telling a silly story..

Maybe next week I'll get back in form!