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My big, brave blue cattle dog has a mortal fear of the toaster. I always wondered why she didn't like coming inside in the mornings and, when she did, she hid under the computer in the office.
Polly will guard the house and attack any monster that invades, but the soft "ka-chunk" of toast popping leaves her a shivering wreck.
Polly will guard the house and attack any monster that invades, but the soft "ka-chunk" of toast popping leaves her a shivering wreck.
I just got back from the Vet. Polly was having a great time at the park tonight, chasing birds and the ball. It all came to a crashing end when she dashed into a pile of dead bushes. She yelped and backed out, pawing at a long stick poking out of her mouth. She managed to pull it from he mouth, and blood began pissing out. She ran to me in a panic and looked at me, almost like she wanted me to make the pain stop. I couldn't. Poor pup.
She is at the vet's now. He has to knock her out to suture her tongue closed. To examine her, he grabbed her jaws and forced her mouth open. He even stuck his fingers in but she didn't even growl. When he locked her in a recovery cage she looked worried but settled down.
She's a good dog.
She is at the vet's now. He has to knock her out to suture her tongue closed. To examine her, he grabbed her jaws and forced her mouth open. He even stuck his fingers in but she didn't even growl. When he locked her in a recovery cage she looked worried but settled down.
She's a good dog.
It's fairly warm today, touching officially 30C but it's much hotter in the shed here. I have the A/C on, but that means the baby peewees can't stay inside. They are outside, getting exposed to Weather. Polly is outside, too. I'm on my own today and I need someone to be on guard dog duty. Polly is a dog, so she's half-qualified. She's not too fussed with being OUTSIDE, but the concrete near the rest-room is cool in the corner near the door, so she has set up a lookout post there to bark at visitors.
The peewees are in a cage on the other side of the shed, near the doors, where they beg for food from anything that moves.
Almost anything that moves. I heard their alarm sound and looked out the window to see a large grey tabby cat stalking towards them. It was flat on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the little birds and creeping forward. The cat stalked past the open door, not more than a metre from Polly's nose. The dog did not move a muscle. I wondered if she'd seen the cat, grabbed the broom and some handy throwing things, and prepared to dash outside. Polly had seen the cat. The right moment arrived, and she went
"Boff!"
I have never seen a cat levitate and try to turn itself inside out.There was a spray of stones and a cloud of dust as the cat shot across the yard, cleared the fence by simply rising into the air without jumping, and vanished through the hedge. Its noise woke the pack of chihuahuas over there, and they went off like a pack of wild rottweillers on helium.
Polly hadn't moved, apart from her tail which flopped up and down in the dust.
The peewees saw the movement and begged for food.
Polly is a Gooddog.
The peewees are in a cage on the other side of the shed, near the doors, where they beg for food from anything that moves.
Almost anything that moves. I heard their alarm sound and looked out the window to see a large grey tabby cat stalking towards them. It was flat on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the little birds and creeping forward. The cat stalked past the open door, not more than a metre from Polly's nose. The dog did not move a muscle. I wondered if she'd seen the cat, grabbed the broom and some handy throwing things, and prepared to dash outside. Polly had seen the cat. The right moment arrived, and she went
"Boff!"
I have never seen a cat levitate and try to turn itself inside out.There was a spray of stones and a cloud of dust as the cat shot across the yard, cleared the fence by simply rising into the air without jumping, and vanished through the hedge. Its noise woke the pack of chihuahuas over there, and they went off like a pack of wild rottweillers on helium.
Polly hadn't moved, apart from her tail which flopped up and down in the dust.
The peewees saw the movement and begged for food.
Polly is a Gooddog.
