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Elphaba · #**121** (**permalink**) 06-17-2008, 06:07 PM

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Originally Posted by Tough Grits

Now, if anybody would like to give me a cute . . . min pin,

I have one you can have!

He was the most adorable Christmas Gift, only 8 or 9 weeks old. He "prunced" every where (Prance+Jump = Prunced), and was a total delight.

He would sleep with me, and I would wake up with him sprawled across my neck. I would be in bed with my computer, and I could wrap him up in the covers, leaving his head out, and he would look at me with his adorable brown eyes.

He was so smart he even learned how to urinate in his box very quickly.

And oh how he loved me.

FF six months later.

He is the fattest dog you've ever seen, even though min pins are a slender breed. He actually has fat folds.

He is a vaccum cleaner! He is constantly sniffing the floor, looking for that one Cheerio, or brussel sprout that fell from the counter.

He eats EVERYTHING, including my newest CD. I am NOT kidding.

He cannot be by himself without a human around. When I say "a human," that is me, as he only wants me when his "mother" has left the house, his mother being my mother. I am there to comfort him when he is alone, but not vice versa.

When I play fetch with him, be it a toy or my slippers, once he catches it in his mouth he takes it to my mother! What am I? Chopped liver?.

He still sleeps with me, but won't cuddle like he used to. Although, I do have to give him credit, he still plops himself on my shoulder like the baby he is. By baby I mean spoiled rotten.

But none of these thing would phase me a bit, if that were all! Sadly it is not so.

HE EATS HIS POOP! He STILL eats his poop! I thought dogs were supposed to grow out of this????

Every day I wake up to pieces of poop all over my living room. He even gets into the cat's . . . I'm sorry. I won't go there.

I am so freaking sick of POOP!

I do not know what to do. The vet gave us some stuff to sprinkle on his food that would make his poop unpalatable. Alas, it did not work and only made his poop stink so bad the neighbors complained.

I am defeated. I guess I am going to have to learn to love the smell of poop in the morning. It's on his breath, and I am not awake soon enough to brush his teeth! And yes, I DO brush his teeth when he needs it.

So, while I said you can have him, I take it back. In spite of everything, I think I adore him more than I did my real babies.

How PATHETIC is that???

Elphaba

Tough Grits · #**122** (**permalink**) 06-17-2008, 07:50 PM

Elph,

Um......

I don't know whether to laugh hysterically, or sit staring at the laptop with a total shock and horror upon my face!!!!!!!!!!

Which reminds me of a story...Bubba is going through this phase. He does not want to be by himself, he won't even go to the bathroom by himself...not even if his bladder is about to explode.

Anyway, I was outside watering my plants. Bubba and Ryan were outside with me playing in the yard. Bubba started jumping up and down. He begged me to go inside with him to the bathroom. I told him to just pee outside if he was such a chicken.

Notice that I said "pee". Well, apparently he had to do more than pee. And he did it right there in the front yard in front of my flower bed.

As if that wasn't bad enough...Molly (our black Lab) came by at that precise moment.

I have never been so revolted in my life. Ryan and Bubba were laughing hysterically in the front yard as that dumb dog ate some fresh, hot matter.

I don't let Molly lick me any more.

Dr T · #**123** (**permalink**) 06-18-2008, 10:16 PM

Great updated picture Chap!

Iggy · #**124** (**permalink**) 06-18-2008, 10:24 PM

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Originally Posted by Tough Grits

Elph,

Which reminds me of a story...Bubba is going through this phase. He does not want to be by himself, he won't even go to the bathroom by himself...not even if his bladder is about to explode.

Anyway, I was outside watering my plants. Bubba and Ryan were outside with me playing in the yard. Bubba started jumping up and down. He begged me to go inside with him to the bathroom. I told him to just pee outside if he was such a chicken.

Notice that I said "pee". Well, apparently he had to do more than pee. And he did it right there in the front yard in front of my flower bed.

As if that wasn't bad enough...Molly (our black Lab) came by at that precise moment.

I have never been so revolted in my life. Ryan and Bubba were laughing hysterically in the front yard as that dumb dog ate some fresh, hot matter.

I don't let Molly lick me any more.

Oh my, oh my, oh my!