To hear the story, warn Little Red Riding Hood.To read the story, feed the wolf:
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22 comments:
Aww...that is so sweet! Good for Walela! An escape artist for sure.
My compliments on a well-told tale.
Old frail women...they never quite are what they appear to be. They can turn the sweetest dog into a disobeying runaway.
Thanks, Tan Lucy, Walela's taught me a lot about surrendering control.
Thanks, Semisweet1, I look forward to reading some of yours.
I'm glad Actonbell. When she has an Action Figure, I'll send you one for your magic collection.
mmmmmm milkbone! That's the good kind! Loved that story.
Lovely story, Doug :) Woof, woof.
This is my favorite story to date, Doug!
Walela's no dummy; pen, what pen? There's treats to be had! The question is - did Walela let Willie in on her secret liasons with the treat lady and share the wealth?
Oh, and I loved how you managed to capture such a well-timed bark in the background. :)
...the best part of the story for me though was not the end result of the little old lady feeding your magic dog, but watching from the kitchen window as Lela lifted herself at least four feet into the air from a ground based position and floated above the fence to the other side like some mythical specter...where she then proceeded to chase all the nervy, street testing coyotes in her path! What a girl.
By the way, Semisweet1, you are such a morsel!
Great ending. Nothing like a biscuit every day at 5 am.
Monika, until you spoke up I never realized that the sweet little old lady was the criminal mastermind in the story. Thank you for restoring Little Red Riding Hood for me.
Icy, I think you and Walela would get along famously.
Arf to you, Marwa, with affection.
Thanks, Sar and the answer is no. Willie steals from Walela what she doesn't keep to herself.
Thanks, Mom. My favorite part of that story is that neither your husband nor children tried to have you committed when you started telling it. That said, I have seen her fall out of a tree so, plausible.
Fred, you snuck by me. Thanks and I agree. Most people think Willie inherited my personality but this story does argue the other way.
What a wonderfully sweet story. I wonder if the old lady had given Wilela another name (since she didn't know her) and I wonder what the name was.
I love animal stories. You're getting really good with the big finishes on these stories!
Thanks, Jamie Dawn. Walela's collar has her name on it. But it's an intriguing question so let's pretend not. I say she called her Gretel.
Thanks Aral. I'm planning another for next week. Then I'm going to try to avoid being the guy who puts stories about his dogs on the internet.
I enjoyed getting to know Walela. A German Shepherd who loved Milkbones used to have us.
Weirsdo, I like your turn of phrase. I have Willie for a pet and Walela has me.
When I first got Iniki, we would pen him in the kitchen with those baby gates. Three feet didn't work, neither did six...or nine. Finally we had fences from floor to ceiling and then he chewed right through them.
This is a great story. You gotta love dogs.
A Doug's dog story: can see them as a series
milkbone: Yours is the prefect definition in this case.
Nice story, makes me want all my dead doggies back.
Anonymous, I know that's spam but thank you. Appropriate enough.
Masil, the sequel to this story which you and Iniki may appreciate, is that it took 'Lela 6 weeks to learn the doggie door I installed.
Thanks, Pia. I promise no more than 2 in a row.
Yeah, Alice, sigh. There's a Vegas (late great pup) story or two in the future.
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