#1 Some one once said in here that no amount of water is too little for a retriever. That was well put. I've had seven of them and one Flat Coat over the last fifty years. No truer words spoken.
I had a mostly retriever mongrel that would put her feet in a bucket of water and splash away like she was swimming. She loved the water so much that she'd break the ice in the fall to swim in the mill pond where she would dive for sticks that sunk, piling them up about four feet high on shore. When it was time to go home one night, she was nowhere to be found, I hollered and whisled and no Daisey. After a while, I heard this whimpering sound and assuming the worst, went to see if she had been run over or something. Here she was halfway down a steep bank dragging a heavy piece of wood back up to where I had kicked it three hours earlier. DANG! I miss Daisey.
I had a heart attack recently. Only way to get me to the ambulance was up a long flight upstairs. They used a wheelchair kind of like # 4. Pretty cool.
#8 has a drinking problem. H/T "Airplane"
ReplyDeleteHell, if somebody poked me in the balls with a rake unexpectedly, I'd be jumping like that cat in #10 too.
ReplyDeleteLove the slow motion boobs in #9.
ReplyDeleteJackdaddy63
Yup, I wasn't much paying attention to the jerk getting kicked in the face either.
Delete#1 Some one once said in here that no amount of water is too little for a retriever. That was well put. I've had seven of them and one Flat Coat over the last fifty years. No truer words spoken.
ReplyDeleteI had a mostly retriever mongrel that would put her feet in a bucket of water and splash away like she was swimming.
DeleteShe loved the water so much that she'd break the ice in the fall to swim in the mill pond where she would dive for sticks that sunk, piling them up about four feet high on shore.
When it was time to go home one night, she was nowhere to be found, I hollered and whisled and no Daisey.
After a while, I heard this whimpering sound and assuming the worst, went to see if she had been run over or something.
Here she was halfway down a steep bank dragging a heavy piece of wood back up to where I had kicked it three hours earlier.
DANG! I miss Daisey.
#6 - The black version of the Red Ryder BB gun!
ReplyDelete#1, 3, and 5 onna count of me bein partial to dogs. Honorable mention to the kitty in #10
ReplyDeleteOhio Guy
Who's dumber, #6, 7, 8 or 9? And if it's #9, is it the kicker or the kickee? It is not yet time for you to leave Grasshopper.
ReplyDelete#4 Had Lehman's deliver a 500 lb. wood stove up our front steps with one of those. It's battery powered.
ReplyDeleteI had a heart attack recently. Only way to get me to the ambulance was up a long flight upstairs. They used a wheelchair kind of like # 4. Pretty cool.
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