Thursday, December 25, 2008

Don't Talk To Me About That Marley Dog. You Think He's The Worst, Well You're Thinking Wrong!

For Christmas this year I got Diablo the Devil Dog (pictured above) one of those giant rawhide bones. We're talking two feet long, five or six pounds. So, she receives her present in the kitchen, and I sit down for breakfast, never imagining, in my wildest dreams, that she would snatch the thing up in her mouth and go racing through the house with it. BANG! SMASH! BAM!

The Dog Whisperer said if you take them for long walks and make them wear weighted backpacks, it'll tire them out and calm them down.

It only makes her stronger!

(And now I have "Mean, Green Mother From Outer Space" stuck in my head. Bah, Humbug indeed!)

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