Tuesday, September 7, 2010
My sister, who shall go by the designation of MIG for our purposes, has two dogs: Jake, a 9-year old German Shepherd mix who was rescued from a kennel, and Sophie, a one-year old purebred German Shepherd with 50% Satanic blood. Or maybe 40% Satan's blood and 10% liquid LSD in her system, it's hard to tell.
Here's a thumbnail description of the sitch: If MIG's house were on fire while I was visiting, she'd save the dogs first, their toys and treats second, and me third. Actually, I might come in fourth behind her Coca Cola memorabilia collection, depending on her mood.
Jake was the first dog to arrive. He was calm, but only until the other dogs started trickling in. Then he began barking, running around wildly, and causing a great commotion. In other words, he became the Yappy Hour's canine version of Lindsey Lohan. He even bared his teeth at one point, a very rare occurrence.
Here's a photo of Jake "in action" by his normal standards:
Anyway, suffice it to say that the Jake-ster had to go home early because of his behavior. Here's an overview of doggy networking at the Yappy Hour. TIP: A good butt sniff can tell you a lot more than any Facebook page, you should try it!:
And, finally, here's a portrait of Luke, a 155-pound Great Dane who took it upon himself to assist the bartender with her duties:
EDITOR'S NOTE: Due to continuing technical difficulties at the Blogger.com site, we cannot post any video clips until further notice. Once this glitch is repaired, we'll have some good ones (by our standards anyway...) for you, so stay tuned!
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