Rox
Oh my good God in heaven...... Haahahaahaa.
Reminds me of a fellow dog walker with a Greater Swiss Mountain Dog puppy ( about 5-6 months old). We used to walk by a creek that supported all sorts of wild life, ducks, muskrats, beavers, minnows, frogs, etc.
Well the one lovely Summer afternoon, as we're walking along the path, all the dogs went rushing down to the water. As there seemed to be too much interest generated by whatever, everybody called their doggies back. All the pups responded, with the exception of Sally (mentioned above). No way , no how was that one coming back.
The owner, becoming somewhat incensed, raised his voice to get puppie's attention, starting to walk in that direction. At this point, we could see, that Sally, had something in her mouth and was shaking it vigorously.
"Sally, come." Called the owner.
No way. Shake , shake....
"Sally, come here." Yelled the frustrated owner.
Shake, shake, shake...
"SALLY, GET YOUR BUTT OVER HEEEEEREEEE!!! Roared the owner.
Sally, finally realizing that she might be in trouble, grabbed whatever she was shaking, and came racing towards her beloved owner at high speed.
All we could see was Sally's owner suddenly raising his arms up and waving them madly in the air. "Noo-oooo!" Came a garbled howl, as Sally colided with her owners knees (and as only large puppies can do) knocked him flat down on his butt, landing on top of him with her treasure.
There was a slight poofprropfff sound, a split second of silence and then all hell broke loose, as the bloated, half rotted corpse of the muskrat exploded all over the place....
Needless to say, I thought I was going to die laughing that day........
Ah, the joys of dog walking......
~Elana~