Dogs are gross aren’t they?
I mean they transform my garden.
Oh look! A poopcus.
They eat pigs ears
are those … veins I see?
and cows ears
barbecue flavor anyone?
and beef intestine.
Hunter ripped open the bag of beef intestine (panse de boeuf) and scattered the fine stinky crumbs all over my living room rug, just moments before all my students arrived. I had to whip out the vacuum and open all the windows – stat!
Why don’t you like any of the normal looking stuff?
When we go for a walk, he moves garbage from one location to another and puts everything in his mouth. He eats balloons and creates poops that are half blue or half yellow. He gleefully sucks the yogurt out of a container he found, and I get my fingers all sticky trying to get it out. He stops at every single piece of chewing gum. I never knew how much litter there was.
And yes he started scarfing poop. Who commented that their dog did that again?
Excuse me while I throw up.
Our walks are half misery with him balking recalcitrantly when he doesn’t like where we’re going, or him pulling maniacally whenever he’s frightened by a barking dog (or a tiny kitty), or when he plain just wants to get home.
He loves to tease. He runs down the stairs to grab a stray shoe, but he doesn’t really want to chew on it. No – he brings it back upstairs, and sits on the rug looking at us with the shoe hanging out of his mouth, waiting for us to go over and say “no!” and then he tries to make good his escape before we can catch him.
He knows he’s not allowed on the sofas, but he’ll climb up anyway and stare at me until I say, “déscend!” And he still won’t move until I come over and pull him off. If I happen to be in the kitchen, he’ll bark until I come out, just to show me that he’s up on the loveseat – daring me with his eyes. Pesky little bugger.
Hey! Where’s that slavish adoration I heard about?
No, not me. You!
Yesterday I went to sit down, and just as gravity took over, he stuck his head in between my rapidly descending butt and the chair. Afraid I would crush him, I jerked to the side onto my left butt cheek, toppled the chair over, and fell into the corner of a piece of furniture right between my shoulder blades.
“Oh, oh, oooooh” I cried in shock and pain, rocking back and forth with Hunter madly running over me and jumping all over me.
I stayed seated until the pain subsided, and when Hunter stopped freaking out, he lay down between my legs and rolled over on his back so I could pet his belly. He stayed for a long time like that, making peace – saying sorry, I think. And when I finally got the courage to get back up, he sauntered down to his crate for a nap, as innocent as you please.
Dogs are gross, but somehow I think we’re stuck with this one.
Have to admit, Hunter is adorable. I think, however, that YOU should start wearing a helmet, elbow, and knee pads!
Dogs are gross. He is, however, very very cute.
He’s so cute…in that gangly awkward puppy stage.
they are super gross! and cute!
Oh, my friend . . . I have MUCH MUCH MUCH reading to do to catch up with life (and the excerpts from your book), and so much else! But first, I applaud your efforts with dearest pup. I am not much of a dog person. Never have been, and it’s highly unlikely I ever will be. I love hearing about your adventures, though. LOVE the pics – he does make my heart melt a bit!! Much love and biggest apologies for my absence. It has been an absence only in visits here, though, but not in mind! Big hugs!!!
No. You did not just put a picture of dog poop here.
Oh, you did.
Love you anyway.
And ouch.
I know! Every time I see the cover photo, I can’t believe I did that. Sticking to flowers and cake from now on.
Great photos! My dog was a poop eater too, but just poop from herbivores (deer, cows, and horses, mostly)– not quite so gross as omnivore or carnivore poop. She also loved garbage and litter, so it was nice that we mostly lived in the country, where it was mostly just the poop and other organic stuff that she could scarf during walks.
Is that why some cultures consider dogs to be food rather than pets?
So cute 🙂
So…what made you decide that I need a picture of the poop? hee hee…
Dogs are disgusting. I never knew that until I had Chunky. Hair…forever sweeping up hair. We had to stop feeding the dog those things because it gave him the diarrhea. Try finding that in your garden 🙂
Yes, they’re disgusting, but once they settle down, they are totally lovable. Hoping Hunter hits that stage soon. 🙂
Dogs are disgusting. But sweet. And full of unconditional love.
I will say…unlike my babies,my dogs never crapped all over me.
hehe Hunter has that cheeky look on his face… for all the grossness… adorable! 🙂
Haaaaaaa. This is FUNNY.
Dogs Drool….CATS RULE!
Xxxx KISS
ps. he is cute though.
Dogs are the worst kind of gross. Right above husbands.
But they are cute, and the best part is that they don’t mind when we are gross too, but not as gross as husbands.
God made them so adorable to keep us from harming them when they eat poop, knock us off furniture, make messes, etc…and this one is INCREDIBLY adorable!
Oh they are gross, but they sure do make you giggle:) Enjoy every moment darlin!
He’s adorable. But this post is further evidence that there is no way in hell I’m ever getting a dog. So much poop to deal with. xo
Cats can be just as crazy, or mine is, but in the end I would never get rid of her. Hunter sounds a bit on the crazy side for a French dog – they are usually so well behaved!
We have the trainer coming back on Saturday to make sure his “crazy” is not above and beyond the ordinary.