Walking the dog, at the dog park. Some real characters here. That white, English Bulldog always barks when he sees me. Then, he tries to lunge at me. Good thing his owner is there and pulls on his big brown collar or he might have taken a few chews out of me by now. Probably jealous of my underbite. Sorry guy, but not everyone is born with it. I just got style.
Then there's this collie that has tried a few times to bite my tail. I must have an antenna on that tail, because I always seem to know when she's creeping up behind me about to take a bite like some big crocodile. Probably just wishes she had a short, cute curly tail like mine. Hmmm.
There is a girl who walks two black French Poodles who are so sweet, but they always back away from me. I know it's not my breath, because I had one of those breath mints. Maybe my big ears and large eyes scare them a little? Yes, I have to say, I may look too intelligent for some of them. Guess I'm too outgoing for them. Can't help it...dogs don't shake hands or paws with other dogs. There's no high five yeah, just want to go jump on them and let them know how happy I am to meet them or see them again. So, I'm a little gregarious, can't help it if I'm an extrovert and the life of the party and dog parks everywhere. I mean really. Snort, snort. They should be glad just to meet me. Give a dog a chance.
Friday, September 25, 2009
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