Hey, glad you liked my doberman stories. Hans, our first one was quite the character. He ate one of my pretty red slingback highheel shoes when he was little. I was left with one pretty one and one with a chewed up heel. I hated throwing those out.
2 summers ago, I ran out to the garden to get something to add to my lunch plate, and had the plate in the center of the counter. Bart had never gone onto the counter before other than to sniff with his nose. When I got back in the house, it seemed that half of my chicken was mysteriously gone from the plate. Exactly half, very neatly taken, and Bart looking so innocent of his crime.
He’s 6 1/2 now. Still very puppy like in his energy and fun loving demeanor. He even looks like a giant puppy because we do not have dobermans with their ears made to be upright. He has big soft floppy ears.
ALL: I seem to have succombed to my husband’s cold which he got on a 3 day trip last weekend. I was sterilizing everything he touched like the remote, the computer, the phones, but after 3 days I seem to have gotten this cold anyway.
It looks like I can’t go to Thanksgiving at my parent’s house. Unless I feel really good tomorrow I am not going. I can’t risk infecting anyone.
I would like a Thanksgiving morning miracle and feel great when I get up tomorrow.
