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dragonlady7) wrote2017-02-12 02:51 am
dragonlady7) wrote2017-02-12 02:51 am
I heard you wanted stories about dogs. My chi goes bonkers when you blow raspberries on her neck. Sh
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OH MY GOD dude’s family beagle used to do that! They called it “neckies” and she’d get excited about the word. She knew a lot of words.
If you lay on the floor she’d run over and flop her neck-wattles onto your face for raspberries. She about suffocated Dude once, it was hilarious. SHE LOVED IT SO MUCH. She also seemed to sort of hate it? Like, she’d recoil and shiver and make a hilarious face, but then she’d lunge right back at you so you’d do it again.
That is so funny.
Bertie was great, she lived to be quite old, and went mostly deaf and approximately blind but you could still communicate with her by scent. If she was in the yard and wouldn’t come back, you could crinkle a bag of ham cold cuts and she’d come running. Unclear whether she could really hear the crinkle, but it worked anyway.
Dog once ate a whole bunch of tinfoil-wrapped loaves of bread. Pooped glitter for days, but lived many more years, so.
She love/hated neckies. It was an ongoing thing, her whole life.
She knew a ton of words. She was dumb as a box of rocks but she understood a lot of words. My favorite, though, sort of late in life, was if you said “Head-tippies?” she’d tip her head in genuine confusion so far she’d almost fall over.
OH MY GOD dude’s family beagle used to do that! They called it “neckies” and she’d get excited about the word. She knew a lot of words.
If you lay on the floor she’d run over and flop her neck-wattles onto your face for raspberries. She about suffocated Dude once, it was hilarious. SHE LOVED IT SO MUCH. She also seemed to sort of hate it? Like, she’d recoil and shiver and make a hilarious face, but then she’d lunge right back at you so you’d do it again.
That is so funny.
Bertie was great, she lived to be quite old, and went mostly deaf and approximately blind but you could still communicate with her by scent. If she was in the yard and wouldn’t come back, you could crinkle a bag of ham cold cuts and she’d come running. Unclear whether she could really hear the crinkle, but it worked anyway.
Dog once ate a whole bunch of tinfoil-wrapped loaves of bread. Pooped glitter for days, but lived many more years, so.
She love/hated neckies. It was an ongoing thing, her whole life.
She knew a ton of words. She was dumb as a box of rocks but she understood a lot of words. My favorite, though, sort of late in life, was if you said “Head-tippies?” she’d tip her head in genuine confusion so far she’d almost fall over.