Bob M
New member
Do you remember the eleven-year-old Newf who survived an episode of gastric torsion one month ago yesterday?
This afternoon in the yard he "play bowed" at seven-year-old Ernestine and when she responded likewise, the two of them ran a circle around each other.
Then, when he saw me watching with concern, he barked, kicked up his heels, and ran straight at me. (Straight into my crotch, actually. Wise guy.)
As soon as we all came in, I sat down to e-mail his breeder and let her know just how well his recovery has continued. Unfortunately, I guess I lost track of time as I groped for a fresh way to tell her how much he meant to us, and missed the dinner bell by a good 20 minutes.
Just as I was finally wrapping up, Nelson showed up in my office doorway with a look that clearly said, "Enough of the BS, Dad. If you really like me that much, feed me."
Prime rib if you want it, pal. But let's stick to Wellness Core a little longer, though.
This afternoon in the yard he "play bowed" at seven-year-old Ernestine and when she responded likewise, the two of them ran a circle around each other.
Then, when he saw me watching with concern, he barked, kicked up his heels, and ran straight at me. (Straight into my crotch, actually. Wise guy.)
As soon as we all came in, I sat down to e-mail his breeder and let her know just how well his recovery has continued. Unfortunately, I guess I lost track of time as I groped for a fresh way to tell her how much he meant to us, and missed the dinner bell by a good 20 minutes.
Just as I was finally wrapping up, Nelson showed up in my office doorway with a look that clearly said, "Enough of the BS, Dad. If you really like me that much, feed me."
Prime rib if you want it, pal. But let's stick to Wellness Core a little longer, though.