"Two + one = ..... uh... three?"
(YES! You've just won a million dollars!)
"OMG REALLY?"
(NO!)
>:(
One more dog can't hurt.. right? Lets hope not! We got a Dolly, a dark golden retriever foster puppy, a couple days ago. All she does is play with Izzy (and not always in a nice way!). Its hard to keep them apart! Dolly is 1 years old and full of energy. She acts like Izzy when she was young.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
A historic moment for both us and the dogs!
So the dogs had a historic moment today but before I tell you about that I have to tell you that we got a foster puppy from the Golden Retriever Rescue Foundation. Her name is Dolly. We will keep Dolly for 2 weeks then she will go up on the roster which means that she is eligible to be adopted after one week and 6 days (that counts yesterday cause that is when we got her). Dolly is really dark (EVEN DARKER THEN KELSEY! [I hope you remember Kelsey!]). She just got fixed.
Anyways Dolly started barking because she heard something so all the dogs went to the window and I guess they saw a squirrel (we think that its a squirrel... It doesn't have much of a tail though so we don't know). So I let them out and they chased it. With the help of Dolly they cornered it into the weaving poles. Then Riley picked it up and dropped it down about 8 feet away from where it had originally been. Thats when I ran to go wake up Dad from his nap. From there he had to kill it with a shovel, bag it up, and throw it away. It was sooooo gross! (sorry if I put a bad image into your head!)
So if there is one, we need to mark this historical day into the Golden Retriever History books: When Dog gets a Taste of Squirrel.
Anyways Dolly started barking because she heard something so all the dogs went to the window and I guess they saw a squirrel (we think that its a squirrel... It doesn't have much of a tail though so we don't know). So I let them out and they chased it. With the help of Dolly they cornered it into the weaving poles. Then Riley picked it up and dropped it down about 8 feet away from where it had originally been. Thats when I ran to go wake up Dad from his nap. From there he had to kill it with a shovel, bag it up, and throw it away. It was sooooo gross! (sorry if I put a bad image into your head!)
So if there is one, we need to mark this historical day into the Golden Retriever History books: When Dog gets a Taste of Squirrel.
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