Panty Raid
You know my two-leg sister, Lydia, has been on vacation for a week and Mom and I are holding down the fort. Our Omi (who is Lydia's Mom-In-Law) has been sleeping with WillowBee and with Lily in the big house, but of course we all play together and are spending what my Mom refers to as Quality Time. I'm not sure what Quality Time really is, but it does sound o.k.
I think my Mom is just happy cause Omi is cooking dinner for her every night and so she doesn't have to worry about cooking for herself.
Everything has been pretty calm, except for Tuesday afternoon, when WillowBee was a bad, bad, bad puppy and ate an entire pair of Lydia's underpanties. The were clean and folded neatly and in the laundry basket and she grabbed them right off the top and made a run for it. Mom told her to SIT and because she is a good listener, she did that. But then, as Mom walked toward her, GULP-GULP, and the panties were gone.
GoodBye.
Oh, Good Grief, this was terrible. She didn't even chew or anything. Just swallowed and they disappeared right in front of our eyes.
Here is a photo of Willow in the vet office, where it seems to us, she spends a LOT of time.
See how nicely she knows how to sit? Too bad she doesn't use her brain for other stuff, like thinking.
So the nice people at Dr. Strickland's office gave her a nice big bowl of kibble and then an injection of some medicine to make her barf up. Within minutes the panties were out on the floor. Still partially folded, I might add.
Mom says it is a Labrador Thing. I guess Mom is right, because I don't think I would ever do anything that stupid. I might want to grab a juicy steak off the grill now and then, but panties? I'll pass, thanks.
So we are happy that our WillowBee is allright and looking forward to this afternoon when Lydia and the rest of the family make it back from California.
Love and LIcks,
Bob
...... big brother to a dumb one
I think my Mom is just happy cause Omi is cooking dinner for her every night and so she doesn't have to worry about cooking for herself.
Everything has been pretty calm, except for Tuesday afternoon, when WillowBee was a bad, bad, bad puppy and ate an entire pair of Lydia's underpanties. The were clean and folded neatly and in the laundry basket and she grabbed them right off the top and made a run for it. Mom told her to SIT and because she is a good listener, she did that. But then, as Mom walked toward her, GULP-GULP, and the panties were gone.
GoodBye.
Oh, Good Grief, this was terrible. She didn't even chew or anything. Just swallowed and they disappeared right in front of our eyes.
Here is a photo of Willow in the vet office, where it seems to us, she spends a LOT of time.
See how nicely she knows how to sit? Too bad she doesn't use her brain for other stuff, like thinking.
So the nice people at Dr. Strickland's office gave her a nice big bowl of kibble and then an injection of some medicine to make her barf up. Within minutes the panties were out on the floor. Still partially folded, I might add.
Mom says it is a Labrador Thing. I guess Mom is right, because I don't think I would ever do anything that stupid. I might want to grab a juicy steak off the grill now and then, but panties? I'll pass, thanks.
So we are happy that our WillowBee is allright and looking forward to this afternoon when Lydia and the rest of the family make it back from California.
Love and LIcks,
Bob
...... big brother to a dumb one
Posted by Daisy and Bob's Blog at 7/23/2009 11:21 AM 
Categories: news from home
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Categories: news from home
Tags: Black Labrador Retriever blogging pitbull American Pit Bull Terrier
Holy cow, Bob! That gives new meaning to the concept of "edible underwear" . . . sorry, had to point out the obvious, as vulgar and crude as it is . . .
Oh Boy, Ms. Melinda, you can say that again. We are hoping that WillowBee will not be making a habit out of this behaviour.
Bob
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