I found a great frozen puddle yesterday at the park. It was thin enough that I was able to jump around on it and scratch at it to loosen up some delicious ice chunks that I chomped away on.
Seconds later, I assumed my barf stance.
Slow walk...set my jaw...snout kind of protruding forward...a look of intense concentration on my face and ears back.
Sure enough...out came what was left of breakfast.
It still looked quite tasty but I was prevented from eating it.
Barf completed, I continued on my merry way.
After dinner, we went out for a walk in the snow with Amanda and Reilly and it hit me again. Heard the human announce 'oh, crap...barf position' as I assumed the stance again.
Out came dinner.
:-(
A view of the world from the perspective of Storm, a fourteen year old German shepherd.
About Me
- Storm
- I am a fourteen year old solid black German shepherd who lives with Lesli, who is a relapsing workaholic. We met when I was four weeks old, in September 2000. I picked her and we've been together since. You can reach me through my human at ltomlin@cogeco.ca.
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