October 21, 2010

When You Own a Dog Like Fisher . . .

 . . . you come home to scenes like this.

It's like the story of the wolf who kills all the sheep in the flock for the sheer joy of it. Only this is Fisher with M.'s hoard of plastic bags, which he discovered while we were in Colorado Springs yesterday.

5 comments:

mdmnm said...

So, when you all got back was he contrite, or did he greet you with a "Hey boss, what's up?" and a wag? Judging by the shelf pulled down, he utilized the Chessie through- rather- than- around- or- over technique.

Chas S. Clifton said...

Contrite? He does not know the word. Both of our dogs are firmly convinced of their own wonderfulness and have never suffered a moment's worth of guilt. Is it because they both arrived as adults?

Janeen said...

Sheer, unbridled exuberance thy name is dog!

Galen Geer said...

Chas, Chas, Chas, Do you know what my house would look like if we let Cookie and Buster in. They have it made, their outside Kennel is 6 x 12 and the inside kennel is 4 x 8. The inside is air conditioned in the summer and heated in the winter (oky, you know my office is out there with them) but even at that they whine and bark to come in the house and do their best to make me feel guilty. But then I only need to look at the leather sofa, ruined by Rosie the terriorist, the other sofa, ruined withing three days of bringing it home by Rosie. Yet, we keep them around. Just look at the picture of you and Fisher. glg

rozewolf said...

Oh gods Chas! What a riot. That pic reminds me of the day we came home and Blanca had eviscerated her dog bed. It looked like a snowstorm had hit the back porch.