Thursday, December 07, 2006

Maybe I'll trade him in on a nifty little Italian number...

I have no right to complain, because Pappy waits very patiently while we wipe the mud off his paws when he comes in from the back yard. But every once in a while we blow it, leading to carpet catastrophes. Ahhh, but if you can get past her twitchy Felix-Unger-on-caffeine persona, this Italian Greyhound has a pretty nice trick.

8 comments:

Buster the Wired Fox Terror said...

What a waste of 4 muddy paws! She must be trying to bust the dog union.

Bussie Kissies
Buster

Pappy's Fella said...

Buster,
Just finicky. Maybe she's part cat.

3dogcache said...

hmm, wonder if I could teach my three that.

Finnegan said...

I rather track my big muddy three (sigh) paws across the floor for mum to clean up!

Pappy's Fella said...

3dog, Good luck on that... maybe all the stars will line up and the three dogs will cook you dinner too.

Finnegan, my friend, You have enough going on for a big guy. You just plant your muddy feet where ever you want to.

Disgruntled Owl said...

Everyday I read your blog, the more I want to hug Pappy :)

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Tin Tin Blogdog said...

Muddy paws rule.

Especially when the human's wearing white.

Moth to a flame, etc.

Chow for now,

Tin Tin xo

Pappy's Fella said...

Disgruntled Owl, Sounds fun...I'll work on this. Internet access at home is on the fritz, so it may take a couple of days.

Tin Tin, My wife got slimed this morning on the way to work.