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Originally Posted by BarbaraGordon
She's a Golden Retriever. Named Goldie, cleverly enough. Of course, she didn't have time to down the whole thing before we got to her, but the dinner suddenly seemed rather, um, unappetizing, if you will. So, Goldie got a holiday dinner.
Besides, if you know anything about my cooking, you'll understand that Jason was probably relieved to have an excuse to dial Dominos, anyway.  |
Aha. I figured it had to be a big dog.
We had a house-trained vizsla when I was a kid. That dog was brilliant and was loved like one of the family. I still miss him.
He used to sit under the dinner table and when Mom turned her head we would slip whatever food we didn't want to eat under the table and he would slurp it up. We also taught him how to ride horses and motorcycles with us. You would just pat the gas tank or the saddle and he would hop right up and sit in front and love every second of the ride. Of course, he was also an outstanding bird dog.