So here is Sandy:
That yellow thing infront of her is a lemon which she has learned to get from the lemon tree (at my parent's house. My house still has only dirt, which she loves equaly as well, but I don't). She bites into it just a tiny little bit, and the sour taste from the skin of the lemon bursts into her mouth, so she spits it out, and shakes her head. She then jumps to attack it, but when it doesn't fight back, she bites into it again.
No one said she was the brightest pup in the litter, but she is certainly the funniest. Although, as it is with many dogs, she is smarter than she appears to be. She listens and understands everything we say, except for the words "no" and "stop" which meaning completely escapes her.
She is a great role-model, though. Most dogs are. They never feel sorry for themselves. We do this so much. Self-pity. What a drag.
Go doggies. Go!
This reminds me, for no particular reason, that I need to call the gas company to get connected.
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