Mom was a little worried about CharlieGodammit being to rough with their old dog, but I blew her off, loaded up the dogs and headed home all the while telling them they were headed to the pound, taking that long last ride, more to fuck with Lisa's head than anything else.
Anyways, Mom shouldn't have worried. CGD is laying in the floor, playing with Mozart. Laying there playing with him because Mozart's hips are too bad to run and play.
GiGi the Rat Dog has already backed Charlie down too. I can talk all the shit I want about the wolfdog but he has excellent judgement when it comes to how much force to use with different people of animals. I've seen him rough-housing with a pair of dobermans, then walk over and start playing with a toy poodle.
Hell of a change from my Punkindog who killed every dog (except for my terrier Hillary Clinton) that he could corner.
Did it ever occur to you that CGD is a True Man, a Gentleman, in dog form? He's strong when he needs to be, gentle when he needs to be, loyal to those he loves and a nightmare to enemies. All desirable qualities and the mark of a True Man.
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ReplyDeleteI like that Wiserangel :-)
ReplyDeleteWow, Wiserangel -- that just blew me away! Outstanding!!
ReplyDeletewisers wisdom again. One smart gal!
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ReplyDeleteCall me;)
Tom, timbo, and Skip, thank you for your kind words. You're all in that category of True Men and Gentlemen.
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