tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492255858171331632.post6279799324302395033..comments2023-09-21T10:44:10.199-04:00Comments on One Bark at a Time: Spring leakFredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243247582677457166noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492255858171331632.post-17060503729221658602009-04-27T20:57:00.000-04:002009-04-27T20:57:00.000-04:00That just made my day. Thank you!That just made my day. Thank you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492255858171331632.post-58283295035616291962009-04-11T17:22:00.000-04:002009-04-11T17:22:00.000-04:00Amy, yeah, dogs have an awesome sense of comedic t...Amy, yeah, dogs have an awesome sense of comedic timing.Fredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12243247582677457166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492255858171331632.post-73432961654747785022009-04-10T12:53:00.000-04:002009-04-10T12:53:00.000-04:00This post has me laughing... and thinking about my...This post has me laughing... and thinking about my sweet Millie who passed away in February. She had her own unique potty habits. She would do a squatting/walking pee that we referred to as "the sprinkler". It was hilarious. She also was not very ladylike when it came to pooping. She loved to poop in the middle of the street. We would walk along, grass on either side of the street and grassy medians all down the middle, but she would rather stop mid-step and just take care of business in the road. Sigh. <BR/><BR/>Last Fall we took Millie and Abby (our other dog) to an outdoor arts festival where dogs are welcome. It was packed with people walking down the road, booths lining either side. Millie stopped and took a huge poop in the middle of the road, in the middle of all the people. The worst part was she did it right in front of a high end jewelry booth packed full of pretentious old women. They were horrified, as was I, and my husband was cracking up. What are you gonna do? :-)Amynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492255858171331632.post-12950758484733909202009-04-09T11:06:00.000-04:002009-04-09T11:06:00.000-04:00hahahahahh....too bad...that's what happens with b...hahahahahh....too bad...that's what happens with big dogs....I hate the snow, the wind, the rain, the cold and everything else associated with winter/fall and thank god, so do my guys. They wouldn't put a dainty toe out there unless they are being carried to the car. They have a litter box and an entire winter's supply of pee pads..bless whoever thought of those. They have a lot of space to run, cats and balls to chase, great big chew bones from the butcher in St. Lawrence Market who saves the bones for them and an entire toybox full of the very latest stuff (which of course they never touch). They have some<BR/>very hip winter coats and have yet to have up close and personal contact with a snowflake....not their thing...bless them, not mine either. We just keep each other company until the tulips show up again........we were meant for each other.....Joannenoreply@blogger.com