The 'gift'...

Larry Gude

Larry Gude

Strung Out
...there is nothing quite like when puppy has found that special something out in the field to play with. Doesn't matter much what that 'something' is. Just that 'it' is dead, has been for some time and it's been 'prepared' by all the heat and humidity. Yum!

So, now, she is laying beside my desk, 'sharing', jumping up on me, wanting to go play, to 'share' that special fragrance that just, somehow, won't go away, that lays in the air like I imagine mustard gas did back in the fields of Europe in 1917 as our boys suffocated to death, their eyes and lungs and spinal columns burning, scorched, a sort of bubbling flesh sort of invasion of body and soul.

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RoseRed

RoseRed

American Beauty
PREMO Member
Larry Gude said:
The look of hurt on her face that I won't play 'jump up on me' is horrible. We always play 'jump up' and 'tag' and 'chase the puppy' and 'pet the puppy' and 'paddy cake with puppy'.

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Fetch and don't come back sounds better right now. :lol:
 
Merlin99

Merlin99

Visualize whirled peas
PREMO Member
Larry Gude said:
...there is nothing quite like when puppy has found that special something out in the field to play with. Doesn't matter much what that 'something' is. Just that 'it' is dead, has been for some time and it's been 'prepared' by all the heat and humidity. Yum!

So, now, she is laying beside my desk, 'sharing', jumping up on me, wanting to go play, to 'share' that special fragrance that just, somehow, won't go away, that lays in the air like I imagine mustard gas did back in the fields of Europe in 1917 as our boys suffocated to death, their eyes and lungs and spinal columns burning, scorched, a sort of bubbling flesh sort of invasion of body and soul.

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Kind of like when mine found the black and white striped kitty to play with.
 
luvmygdaughters

luvmygdaughters

Well-Known Member
Larry Gude said:
...there is nothing quite like when puppy has found that special something out in the field to play with. Doesn't matter much what that 'something' is. Just that 'it' is dead, has been for some time and it's been 'prepared' by all the heat and humidity. Yum!

So, now, she is laying beside my desk, 'sharing', jumping up on me, wanting to go play, to 'share' that special fragrance that just, somehow, won't go away, that lays in the air like I imagine mustard gas did back in the fields of Europe in 1917 as our boys suffocated to death, their eyes and lungs and spinal columns burning, scorched, a sort of bubbling flesh sort of invasion of body and soul.

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Or when my girl thought it would be great to "perfume" herself with the cow manure that was in the field and then she wanted to share this "wonderful, pungent" aroma with me. She looked so confused when I gave her bath, like " what the heck are you doing, do you know how long I had to roll in that to smell this way" lol
 
Larry Gude

Larry Gude

Strung Out
Fortunately, we've been through our skunk episode so, we don't need to worry about that anymore. We can take her with us for an evening stroll, check on the greenhouses, sit by the bonfire and have one more beverage. No worries. We paid our due. She learnted her lesson.

Yeah, there's still all sorts of critters about, yeah she's still got a lot of hound in her but, she listens real well and as long as we don't let her get more than a few strides out of our sight, what could go wrong, right? I mean, it's not like you could be just about back in the house, us talking, her tags jingling and a skunk be anywhere near us, right? I mean, what could poss...

...there it is. That creeping, wretched, sickly, oily fog of a smell...

At least we're getting so we get her clean the first time.

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