My German Shorthair Pointer Brings Me A Gift
A noise in the middle of the night awakens me from a deep sleep. Simba, my first German Shorthair Pointer, is still asleep with her heard on the pillow next to me. I feel around for Gypsy, the other German Shorthair Pointer, on the bed and couldn’t find her. I sat up wondering where she went and then remembered that I noticed during our afternoon that her stomach was a little off. A few minutes after putting my head back down on my pillow, I heard her coming up the steps. She jumps on the bed and comes over to me to nudge me on the shoulder so that I raise the covers up as she slides in. Both Simba and Gypsy start snoring and are sound asleep. Me on the other hand, could not get back to sleep. I tossed and turned for about 20 minutes when my foot came in contact with Gypsy’s cold wet nose. I moved my foot around wondering why her nose felt so slimy and squishy. The more contact I made the more I thought it just didn’t feel right. I tear the covers off the bed and there it was lying next to my foot. A dead toad stretched out on its back! I was on my feet so fast that my head spun as I yelled, “EWE! EWE! EWE!” for about 20 minutes. I couldn’t get myself to pick up his poor little dead body but knew that I had to. I knew that once I did pick it up, I would have to get rid of it as soon as possible in order not to vomit. Running down a flight of stairs and across the living room was not an option. The only other option was sending it to fishy heaven via the toilet. The rest of the night, I laid in bed wondering if I would have to explain the toad in the trap to a plumber. Why does everything seem so much worse at night. By morning all was back to normal, including the toilet. Gypsy being a German Shorthair Pointer will continue to hunt and bring me gooey gifts. I just hope it’s not in the middle of the night and under my covers.
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Pointer And The Toilet Paper
My mum is the best. Today she left us these great toys to play with. They were white soft balls. The balls were shaped funny, they weren’t completely round but fun nonetheless. She bought 12 of them so that Simba and I didn’t fight over them. She was in such a rush put the door this morning that she left them on the counter and forgot to give them to us. It’s a good thing that I’ve grown and can reach everything on the counters. We had so much fun. The balls released like snow stuff when I pounced on them and threw them around.
Oops! I was wrong, again! Mum’s squeaky voice and fiery eyes told me so!
DIY Dog Toys
Christmas is right around the corner. If your pup is anything like mine, especially Simba, they love to open presents on Christmas along with the rest of the family. Toys don’t seem to last very long with these two. Buying toys can get expensive so I want to share with you a couple of DIY dog toys you can make by recycling some items that you have at home. They’re all very easy to make. First of all, go through your sock drawer. This is a great way to put those old socks to good use. SOCK BALL: If I have a bunch of ankle socks, I stuff a bunch into one sock leaving 3 or 4 for the end. After you’ve stuffed them and created a tight oblong ball, put the ball into one of the ankle socks you saved for the end. Insert it with the open side first, then insert it into the next sock again with open side going in first and continue until out of socks. You can insert one of those squeakers Continue reading
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Remodeling The Recliner
Mum’s recliner was so boring. It was all green. No extra color whatsoever. I decided to help mum and add some splash to the recliner.
She didn’t like it much when she first saw it. Actually, she behaved a bit like a child and pouted silently for hours. The next day she covered the whole recliner with the same color. Well let me tell you, my mum is very stubborn and sometimes it takes a little effort to make her see the light. I knew that she would like it if only she got used to it. Today when she got home from work I thought I saw excitement in her eyes when she saw my masterpiece. Nope, it wasn’t excitement! When I saw Simba leave the room and take cover, I knew it was time to put myself in my crate. 😔
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