Donny has quickly made the rounds of his new domain meeting the multiple neighbors. Single guy, man with a couple of young sons, retired couple, renter directly behind us. This has become the standard greeting as we introduce ourselves, "Hi, we're Dean & Sara.."
"Oh yeah, I met your dog. He's a really nice dog. Aren't ya boy? Yeah, who's a good boy? Isn't he a good boy? You're a happy guy aren't you? Such a good puppy! Yes you are! You never bark do you? No, you're a good boy!"
And so on.
Additionally, Donny who is not allowed table food came trotting happily into the house ten minutes ago with something suspicious tucked away back in his mouth. The Mr. made him drop it. "It" was a hunk of fresh French bread. A baguette perhaps. I believe it was buttered. Now he's got the neighbors slipping him forbidden snacks through the chain link.
Not wanting to have him running back to tell them what ogres we are, we let him eat his baguette.
We're hoping he'll bring home a pie next.
Pic: Donny last Saturday with his beloved wabbit.
6 comments:
Who could resist that face?
What a cute picture!!!!
...you actually convinced him to drop food from his mouth? on command? wow. Chauncy would've looked at me and said, "yeah, right." --as he gobbled up whatever morsel he had tucked away in his mouth.
he is cute, still think he needs a sister! I think Gabbie would be a good sister...
Loved your post yesterday, though, i felt as though you were writing about me, and it wasn't necessarily the good things...
You should have named him Elmer Fudd, he's vewwy, vewwy quiet, and he's always hunting wabbits.
Better hide the dog biscuits if he's getting extra grub from the neighbors or Donny will need to join Weight Watchers ... just kidding ... very cute picture ... of a very adorable pooch.
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