PyrateLady and I have a mutual friend who one had a miniature toy poodle named Murphy. He was an affectionate but very stooopid dog. Two incidents show this to be true. The first revolved around a bag of bagels. Murphy's body was about as big as a size 12 shoe. One of his humans had neglected to put away a bag of bagels that she had been enjoying. She then went to work. So did Murphy. There were about 6 in the bag. These were not lame "fake bagels that are just light weight kaiser rolls with a hole in the middle". These bad boys were the real thing, with an outer husk, and an interior density about the same as kosher modeling clay. When human #2 arrived home from work, he found Murphy standing rigid near an empty bagel bag. he was carefully moving about like he had no joints anymore (essentially true, since he couldn't bend any part of his body without exploding like Mister Creosote). It took nearly a week before his discomfort passed (teehee). Later his human #1 was eating a sliced baked potato from a bowl. She left the bowl on her bed as she attended to a personal matter. She returned to find Murphy choking on a big piece of potato. She did a doggy Heimlich maneuver and the potato shot out of Murphy's mouth. He took a moment to recover, then lunged to try to swallow the SAME CHUNK OF POTATO THAT HAD JUST TRIED TO KILL HIM. He was indignant that his effort was denied. Sic Transit Gloria Murphy.
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Date: 2007-05-09 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-09 03:37 pm (UTC)(Now, if it were my dog, his issues would be "Are you going to LEAVE ME?" and "You never let me outside or take me to the park, ever.")
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Date: 2007-05-09 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-09 05:29 pm (UTC)Dog Gone
Date: 2007-05-09 04:13 pm (UTC)He was an affectionate but very stooopid dog.
Two incidents show this to be true.
The first revolved around a bag of bagels.
Murphy's body was about as big as a size 12 shoe. One of his humans had neglected to put away a bag of bagels that she had been enjoying. She then went to work. So did Murphy. There were about 6 in the bag. These were not lame "fake bagels that are just light weight kaiser rolls with a hole in the middle".
These bad boys were the real thing, with an outer husk, and an interior density about the same as kosher modeling clay.
When human #2 arrived home from work, he found Murphy standing rigid near an empty bagel bag. he was carefully moving about like he had no joints anymore (essentially true, since he couldn't bend any part of his body without exploding like Mister Creosote). It took nearly a week before his discomfort passed (teehee).
Later his human #1 was eating a sliced baked potato from a bowl. She left the bowl on her bed as she attended to a personal matter. She returned to find Murphy choking on a big piece of potato.
She did a doggy Heimlich maneuver and the potato shot out of Murphy's mouth. He took a moment to recover, then lunged to try to swallow the SAME CHUNK OF POTATO THAT HAD JUST TRIED TO KILL HIM. He was indignant that his effort was denied. Sic Transit Gloria Murphy.