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Showing posts with label Precious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Precious. Show all posts

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Precious, Farm Dog Poodle

We got Precious when she was 12-weeks old. Ricky never cared for "house dogs"... but this dog is different. She took up with Ricky, and he with her.
I bought her for me... you know, a nice little lap dog to sit with me while I read... but Precious had a different idea. She wanted to be "daddy's girl"... and she is. She sits in his office in the evenings while he plays on his computer. She sits by his feet in the living room while he watches TV... and when she makes a mess (which is fairly often) and gets in trouble with me... she runs and sits in Ricky's lap and peeks at me from under the newspaper he's usually reading. Precious belongs to Ricky.

Hi! I'm Precious... and this is what I usually look like... usually...

So tonight when we got home from church... Precious and Roxy were no where to be found... they normally meet us at the gate, jumping and greeting us with their happy faces... But tonight... we had to call them... and from behind the detached garage they came... Roxy looking pretty much like she normally looks... and Precious...

Well, I'm going to let Precious tell you in her own words... arf! arf!... (translated by me...)...

Hi Mom! Hi Dad! Home from church already?!

Me? Oh I haven't been doin' nothin' much... I was just behind the garage lookin' for somethin'...

No, really... I promise... there was a big mama possum back there, with some babies... Those babies are cute!

My feet? Oh, I was trying to dig them out from behind that pile of wood back there... it was Roxy's idea you know!

Okay.. it was my idea... but Roxy helped... she was suppose to be my lookout! She's not a very good look out though... She didn't tell me you were home!

Look... I'm a farm dog... right Dad! Farm dogs dig in stuff and get dirty... I can't help myself.. it's in my blood!

Am I in trouble? Am I going to have to sleep on the porch tonight?

Hey! Roxy! I'm not in trouble... come on... let's go get them possums! You can keep a look out... uh... watch me!

There's just no keepin' a good farm dog poodle down... down here in French (poodle) Lique..