Posted on 06/20/2012 11:38:37 AM PDT by JoeProBono
SYDNEY, - An Australian man says his golden retriever has been bringing him presents in the past few days -- 12 loaves of bread and two packages of muffins.
Michael Shaw said he would like to know where the dog, Gillie, has been getting the baked goods, The Daily Telegraph of Sydney reported. Shaw lives in Theresa Park in a rural area southwest of Sydney and the nearest store is at least a 10-minute drive.
While Gillie did eat one package of muffins, she has simply brought the others back to the house, deposited them by the front steps and then lain there wagging her tail, Shaw said.
"She brings back things quite often, but normally it's an old gumboot or something like that," Shaw told the Telegraph on Wednesday, referring to rubber boots. "She has a bit of an insecurity problem so she always has things in her mouth. She has a big stuffed toy and will bark at neighbors while still holding it in her mouth but she's never brought back anything like this before."
None of Shaw's neighbors have complained of missing bread.
I always knew that dobermans secretly ruled the world.
Fortunately, I’ve managed to get this posted prior to seeking doberman approval.
:-)
“No, no, no, I said five loaves of bread and two small fishes! Get the order RIGHT!”
>>> “The cat takes prey to the tub so they are trapped for deadly play.”
My cat does that. Keeps the dogs from interrupting her fun and letting the toy escape.
It's rumored that they have a secret communication system which involves commodes.
So they’re not just drinking out of them?
Actually, they’re receiving vital information from their secret agents who live in the plumbing....the snakes.
You must never interfere.
[and stop putting that blue stuff in the toilet tanks..it irritates the Secret Snake Agents’ skin]
The beings that inhabit the septic tank do not allow blue stuff. Rest easy, m’dear. The snake agents are safe.
Ah...good.
The agents are always complaining about the cost of dry cleaning their ties.
*sigh*
I suspect your favorite romance novels end with the protagonist giving his beloved a doberman and sayi8ng “Marry me, darling.”
;-)
I don’t read romance novels but if some dude offers me a Dobermann, I’m taking it...LOL
I knew the snakes were involved.
And the goats. One can never forget the goats.
When do you hear the voices? E.g., do you have to be under the sink or can you hear them anywhere in the house? Do they wake you up? (I’m very interested in the voices. I talk to myself but nobody answers. [sniff]) You must be a very magnetic person to have so many agents talking to you. Then again, if they blabber constantly and can no longer keep secrets, are you the one stuck with prying them out of the plumbing and sending them to secret snake reeducation camp? The mind boggles....
Back when my father was a small boy in the 1930’s, he knew a neighbor’s dog that was trained carry a nickel in its mouth several miles to the Dairy Queen (or whatever they were called then) where they would give the dog an ice cream cone. This happened every day during the hot south Texas summers.
He should start worrying when the dog brings home human body parts. I have heard the urban myth where a dog pukes up a human finger.
Awwww.....:)
I took my dog to the Tastee Freeze and we got cones...he got vanilla and I got chocolate.
[he also got burgers at McDonalds but I always handled the money..he had no pockets]
;D
I suspect the goats are double agents.
The Dobe just does not trust them and they taunt him.
Something funny about those goats....
Most likely, the goats are really in the employ of CATS.
One can never fully trust CATS.
(The Secret Doberman Society approves this posting.)
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