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CASPER
THE JOYS OF DOG OWNERSHIP
The dog exercise compound in the park, where we take Casper, is a morass.It is the only place where we can safely set him loose. If he sees another dog /(potential playmate,) in the next county he is gone.It is impossible to recall him. He has this amazing ability to switch his hearing off at will, and become completely deaf.
As we doggedly struggle through the driving rain to navigate our way to the farthermost corner of the field. This is where the wretched animal has decided to deposit his bowel evacuation,and must be cleared up.
The mud constantly endeavors to remove your footwear, and clings to your shoes making your feet the size of footballs.
When you finally reach your destination you are now faced with the equally hazardous return journey.
It would be hardly surprising to learn that several of the smaller variety of canine, brought here to this mud-bath by their responsible (LUNATIC) ) owners like ourselves, have been sucked below the surface, never to be seen again. The rain continues to fall relentlessly doing nothing to improve the conditions. You are freezing cold and now I hear snow is on the way.(Brilliant.)
You drive the filthy mutt home to another extensive clean-up operation. He wags his tail and looks at you with those big eyes, full of love and trust. Your heart melts yet again (Sucker) You think you have to love them don't you? Do you??? You know you do. You never stood a chance in the first place.
CASPER
THE JOYS OF DOG OWNERSHIP
The dog exercise compound in the park, where we take Casper, is a morass.It is the only place where we can safely set him loose. If he sees another dog /(potential playmate,) in the next county he is gone.It is impossible to recall him. He has this amazing ability to switch his hearing off at will, and become completely deaf.
As we doggedly struggle through the driving rain to navigate our way to the farthermost corner of the field. This is where the wretched animal has decided to deposit his bowel evacuation,and must be cleared up.
The mud constantly endeavors to remove your footwear, and clings to your shoes making your feet the size of footballs.
When you finally reach your destination you are now faced with the equally hazardous return journey.
It would be hardly surprising to learn that several of the smaller variety of canine, brought here to this mud-bath by their responsible (LUNATIC) ) owners like ourselves, have been sucked below the surface, never to be seen again. The rain continues to fall relentlessly doing nothing to improve the conditions. You are freezing cold and now I hear snow is on the way.(Brilliant.)
You drive the filthy mutt home to another extensive clean-up operation. He wags his tail and looks at you with those big eyes, full of love and trust. Your heart melts yet again (Sucker) You think you have to love them don't you? Do you??? You know you do. You never stood a chance in the first place.