wooh, relief. At first I thought that read “Obama’s dog brings master loaves of bread... to eat him with”
The guy is lucky he’s not just getting dead rabbits on the porch.
He’s in real trouble if the dog starts bringing home 93 lbs of mayonnaise!
Mine brings me dead frogs, snakes, birds, rabbits, and the occasional woodchuck.
My Mother used to tell of a family dog named Duke (a big shepard mix) that would go to the butcher shop and bring back a bag of trimmed scraps to share with the cats. Mother said her mother would open the screen door and say “Duke, go get the supper” and Duke would trott off to collect the bag of scraps to share with the cats. When the bag was torn open and the cats rushed to grab pieces, Duke would put his big paw out to stop them when he thought they had enough and the restw as for him. Mother said the dog had some sense of proportion since he always allowed the cats to take more than was left for him. Duke was also the babysitter for the little ones when they went swimming at the spring branch and pulled my aunt out by her shorts one day when he thought she was ‘unsafe’. After livign on a farm for years, I’m absolutely convinced that there are Einsteins in the different species, we just haven’t had the sensitivity to watch for them.
My dog brings me the water bowel. The neighbor dog brings me his family’s shoes.
Great picture!
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 muffinsThere's a Good-Girl!! Now, go find us some lager!
“No, no, no, I said five loaves of bread and two small fishes! Get the order RIGHT!”
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.