As I mentioned in another post, we have two dogs. One is a black lab mix named Bella and she’s our guard dog (until you are in the house and then she’s a cuddler). The other is a pure bred white lab … Roxy.
This is a photo from the day we brought her home …
When we brought her home from the breader a little over three years ago, we stopped by Petsmart to get shampoo and all the other new puppy accessories. She was in the shopping cart sitting nicely and we stepped a foot away from the cart and she FREAKED. She lept from the cart trying to follow us and we heard a THUD when she hit the floor. Little did we know back then, what a co-dependent dog we had brought home.
She was 15 weeks when we got her and because her parents where big, we thought she would be too … nope … she’s a half lab in size … and brain. She’s the most stupid dog that I’ve ever known. She runs into walls (on purpose to get a lil more speed when the back legs push off), she follows Bella around constantly and if Bella is out of sight, she starts howling … oh … and she’s ALWAYS got something in her mouth.
Last night my Mom and Dad were here for a quick bite to eat on their way home to Visalia. They were cracking up that Roxy was bouncing off the walls … literally. Ron assumes this voice and tells you all the things that she’d say if she could … both had us rolling in laughter.
Fast forward to this morning … I come down after getting out of the shower to find some paper by the back door (obviously she had been digging in Zac’s trash AGAIN) and … the bottom portion of a lightbulb. My first thought was, “oh no she didn’t eat a lightbulb”. I called my husband and asked him what to do. He was as shocked as me. Maybe she thought it was a ball? What the hell.
I opened her mouth and looked inside … no cuts or blood. You’d think if she ate the whole thing, there would be some cuts. We talk about taking her in for x-rays just in case – grrr we just had her there for something else she ate – haha. Then I thought, well maybe Zac broke a lightbulb and had it in his trash … after all, he IS a boy who likes to take things apart. I go up to his room and with a sigh of relief, found the rest of the lightbulb.
I swear … having dogs is like having two more kids to watch out for.
Hey Cathy … She’s always in the land of confusion and will be sure to give you some love – haha