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.
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.
A few yeas ago someone in my neighborhood had a dog who stole so much property from the neighbors that he just filled a recovery bin with the stolen property and left it out in front of his house for the neighbors to pick up. My young Great Dane loves to steal kids’ toys.
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.
Cats are notorious for such chit.
There is seldom a day passes without the with telling me to remove dead lizards, mice, birds, bats, scorpions, snakes, &c from the bath tub where the cat deposits them.
My gramma’s cousin lived behind us and had a big Poodle-ish mixed breed named Lady.
He was often too blistered to go on beer runs so he’d send Lady down the road and across RT 40 to the tavern on the mountain with money pinned to her collar.
She’d bring him back a 6 pack.
All was well until one day, she went to my gramma’s house and picked up a 6 pack of Blue Ribbon that my grandaddy had sitting on the back porch.
Lady had to stay home after that.
I had a loveable Schnowser poodle mix who was stealing the lunches of the construction workers building the house next door. The dog chatcher would rive around the neighborhood and when he spotted Mero running loose he would call him by name and opent he cab door so Nero could ride arund with him while he patroled. We would get a call at the end of the day telling us we could come down to the pound to get Nero our of jail. Only once when we went ot pay his fine was he actually in a cage, the rest of the time he was running free int he offices getting affection from the workers and taunting the other inmates.
The cat takes prey to the tub so they are trapped for deadly play.
My gramma’s cousin lived behind us and had a big Poodle-ish mixed breed named Lady.
He was often too blistered to go on beer runs so he’d send Lady down the road and across RT 40 to the tavern on the mountain with money pinned to her collar.
She’d bring him back a 6 pack.
All was well until one day, she went to my gramma’s house and picked up a 6 pack of Blue Ribbon that my grandaddy had sitting on the back porch.
Lady had to stay home after that.
My dog brings me the water bowel. The neighbor dog brings me his family’s shoes.
My gramma’s cousin lived behind us and had a big Poodle-ish mixed breed named Lady.
He was often too blistered to go on beer runs so he’d send Lady down the road and across RT 40 to the tavern on the mountain with money pinned to her collar.
She’d bring him back a 6 pack.
All was well until one day, she went to my gramma’s house and picked up a 6 pack of Blue Ribbon that my grandaddy had sitting on the back porch.
Lady had to stay home after that.
Wow, the number of typos int hat post means I need to stop trying to rush posts while I’m getting the laundry done!
We used to have a dachshund/bassett mix that would steal beers and drink them. He bite the can, leaving a couple of holes in it, then roll it across the garage floor with his nose, licking up the trail of beer it left behind.
Taffi drives to Starbucks and gets me coffee...
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