The truck was parked at a slight angle, and when the tire went flat, she leaned toward the hill in a way that it would have been unsafe to raise her with anything other than a large floor jack, which I do not have. So, I wandered over to our little tire shop to borrow theirs….
When I walked in, there, in the little office, were six pups. Each was perched atop a chair, and they were all fast asleep. There was one female. She somehow wound up in my vehicle and then in my house. Meet Cookie:
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I looked at the picture and I thought to myself, “Buddy finds out I been oglin’ this babe, I’m toast!”. She’s a cutie. Sheperd mix?
Mother was a Husky, father was an elderberry. Wait, no. Father was either a Lab or a Rottie.
Looks like you’ve found a real friend. A dog like that could probably learn to talk. Make a good farm dog too.
Awww, who’s a pretty puppy?! Who’s a pretty puppy?!
You realize a smart dog like that will soon rule the roost. Prepare to obey the Cookie.
ps. I fart in your general direction.
All dogs know how to talk. It’s we that need to learn how to listen.