What is this chicken thinking?

[Sylviaanne]

(not a chicken, a doberman, but what's Lizzie thinking anyway?)

I'm gonna get it! I'm gonna get it! Yeah!!!
(My Doberman, many years ago, Sandy, used to chase butterflies and pick up rocks, throw them and chase them to throw them again.)

 

[Sylviaanne]

Yeah, I know how to work it. Want to see?

 

[Sylviaanne]

If I let you out, do you promise to share that salt?

 

[RubyRose717]

 

[Sylviaanne]

WHY does he have to crowd me every time I go to bed?

 

[Sylviaanne]

This is the warmest spot in the house but it would be more comfortable if they would put a bed here for me.

 

[theoldchick]

Pull!

 

[theoldchick]

Why, yes, I am proud of my pear shape.

 

[theoldchick]

Where to put my next hairball.........

 

[theoldchick]

(not a chicken, a doberman, but what's Lizzie thinking anyway?)

Pop says I have to climb this rope inorder to become a police dog.