Cute dog story...

Last night I was taking my dog on a walk, and decided to get a pizza on the way at CPK. The takeout guy came out and took my order, then I sat down on the bench while my dog, a male Bull Mastiff plopped down on the ground. Then a young guy with kid who looked about four came out. The little kid wanted to pet him, and the dad asked if he was friendly. Just as he asked, my dog did the big dog roll over on his back and full splay "rub my stomach" maneuver. The kid yells, "OH NO! The babies are gonna come out!"

I just died! The father was just gobsmacked. After we stopping laughing the father explained that no babies were going to come out.

Kids and dogs...what a combo!

That's the funniest story have heard in a long time!

My dog Milo, when he was a preteen, had an upset tummy and warned us enough to let him out (heave heave sounds), so he ambled around in the yard for a bit, meanwhile we are looking all concerned through the window and beholded

the upchuck birthed A Sock!
a black one with a few holes from stomach acids.

My puppy had an upset stomach, and threw up her leash! Each leather piece was about two inches long.

I was flabbergasted. I had not seen her chewing it. I had been looking everywhere for that leash. (She did not eat the metal piece. That was under the bed).

previous to Milo, there was Jocko, a bull terrier (may he rest in peace)
Totally different character Jocko was from Milo. Jocko was a likable Security Cop kinda guy, Milo is, well, he's just lovable - Secure what? I just want people food and hugs, pant pant pant.

He's part lab and corgie, a short legged medium sized dog that sometimes stops traffic by his oddness. (when we first got him from the humane society, my daughters friends came over and when first spied him through the gate said:
Why is he kneeling? lol.

Last week I was goofing off in my room and I was doing that thing where you're listening to the dogs and trying to figure out whether they're into something they shouldn't have.

I heard a crinkling noise and I suddenly realized that there had been a sack of mini Hershey bars on the table. I ran out and the puppy was sitting in the middle of a pile of chewed up wrappers.

He had to go to the vet, and they induced vomiting, so he was fine.

Good times.

of a deli chicken i left on the counter (still the preteen Milo years), had to leave for a bit and when I got back...

no chicken. just the sticker on the floor. no bones, no other evidence.
no dinner. happy doggie.

I left a mushroom omelet on the table and when I got back that evening there was nothing left but a slimy pile of mushrooms on the floor. :P

the imagery!