*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[EmtheFishLady]

I don't want to hear it...YOU bought the dog.

 

[mississippifarmboy]

I don't want to hear it...YOU bought the dog.

Lily I like. The dog... not so much.


I shoulda just bought her a rock.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

She likes rocks...and it'd be more intelligent than the dog.

 

[onedoodle3]

Am I the only one that feels sorry for the dog?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Doodle...this dog...I cannot describe to you how dumb this dog is. She probably does not even know her name.

 

[onedoodle3]

And what is this dog's name? Hmmmm...let me guess...Dummy?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Lucy.




I admit...sometimes when I call her for 15 minutes...I do say "Come here stupid!"....she always comes to stupid...

 

[onedoodle3]

Lucy.




I admit...sometimes when I call her for 15 minutes...I do say "Come here stupid!"....she always comes to stupid...

maybe she doesn't like the name Lucy.....You need the dog whisperer to ask her what name she likes..

 

[Bunnylady]

Can she possibly be dumber than Top was?

One time when we went to visit my in-laws, Top "cornered" a plaster cat-shaped door stop.

I watched her run slam into a tree trunk chasing a squirrel, and no, it wasn't the tree the squirrel was running to at the time.

She got in a fight with one of her sisters and put a fang through her own lip.

Top's favorite answer to any situation was PANIC . . . .then pee. You couldn't raise your voice at all around this dog, the least amount of excitement in your voice caused her to flip over. And pee.

One morning, we took the dogs (we had 5 at the time) to Castle Hayne Park, a long, narrow strip of land attached to a boat landing. Hardly anyone visited the park on weekday mornings, so we could let the dogs run free and just control them with voice commands (that was enough "under control" for the county at that time; now you need a leash). We were walking along beside a split-rail fence, the dogs were following their noses on either side of us, a couple had wandered onto the road about 40 feet to one side of us.

Then we spotted the car coming up behind us. They were several hundred feet back when we first saw them, and not going very fast, so Hubby called the dogs to him. All came but Top, who was fascinated by something on the road. So, he called a bit more loudly, and with a firmer tone of voice. Still, no response. Finally, he shouted, "TOP!!" Her head came up then, but even from that distance, we could see the "I'm in trouble!!" expression in her eyes. "Top, get out of the road!" (all of our dogs knew "get out of the road", they would move off the pavement onto the shoulder). She stood as though rooted in place, and the car was coming ever closer. My husband began to fear that he was going to watch his dog get run over, and scrambled over the fence, still calling the dog that stood like a statue in the middle of the road. The car driver began slowing down. Hubs hurried toward the road, frantically calling to the dog, who first sat submissively, and then rolled over onto her back in the middle of the road. The car came to a full stop a few feet from the dog. Hubby made eye contact with the driver, who was laughing hysterically, and shugged. He then walked into the roadway, stood over the dog, pointed to the shoulder and said, "Top, get out of the road." She peed.

Not wanting to get wet himself, Hubs tried pushing the dog out of the road with his foot. She didn't like that, and wriggled slightly, but didn't even try to get up.He finally put one hand on either side of her and picked her up like a little log and carried her out of the road. When he set her down on the shoulder, she sprang to life again, bouncing and running around as though nothing had happened.

 

[mississippifarmboy]

Can she possibly be dumber than Top was?

One time when we went to visit my in-laws, Top "cornered" a plaster cat-shaped door stop.

I watched her run slam into a tree trunk chasing a squirrel, and no, it wasn't the tree the squirrel was running to at the time.

She got in a fight with one of her sisters and put a fang through her own lip.

Top's favorite answer to any situation was PANIC . . . .then pee. You couldn't raise your voice at all around this dog, the least amount of excitement in your voice caused her to flip over. And pee.

One morning, we took the dogs (we had 5 at the time) to Castle Hayne Park, a long, narrow strip of land attached to a boat landing. Hardly anyone visited the park on weekday mornings, so we could let the dogs run free and just control them with voice commands (that was enough "under control" for the county at that time; now you need a leash). We were walking along beside a split-rail fence, the dogs were following their noses on either side of us, a couple had wandered onto the road about 40 feet to one side of us.

Then we spotted the car coming up behind us. They were several hundred feet back when we first saw them, and not going very fast, so Hubby called the dogs to him. All came but Top, who was fascinated by something on the road. So, he called a bit more loudly, and with a firmer tone of voice. Still, no response. Finally, he shouted, "TOP!!" Her head came up then, but even from that distance, we could see the "I'm in trouble!!" expression in her eyes. "Top, get out of the road!" (all of our dogs knew "get out of the road", they would move off the pavement onto the shoulder). She stood as though rooted in place, and the car was coming ever closer. My husband began to fear that he was going to watch his dog get run over, and scrambled over the fence, still calling the dog that stood like a statue in the middle of the road. The car driver began slowing down. Hubs hurried toward the road, frantically calling to the dog, who first sat submissively, and then rolled over onto her back in the middle of the road. The car came to a full stop a few feet from the dog. Hubby made eye contact with the driver, who was laughing hysterically, and shugged. He then walked into the roadway, stood over the dog, pointed to the shoulder and said, "Top, get out of the road." She peed.

Not wanting to get wet himself, Hubs tried pushing the dog out of the road with his foot. She didn't like that, and wriggled slightly, but didn't even try to get up.He finally put one hand on either side of her and picked her up like a little log and carried her out of the road. When he set her down on the shoulder, she sprang to life again, bouncing and running around as though nothing had happened.

Wow! Lucy has a sister!