Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Purse

For the longest time my human and teacher have been putting stuff, not food mind you, in my mouth and telling g me to “hold” it. This means I can't eat it, I can't chew on it, I can't drop it, or drool on it. Where's the fun in that!

Now if the humans gently rub my ear or chin I'll gladly oblige their bizarre request and hold on to the item as I should. However once the lovin stops, that's it. I'll chew it or spit it out.

My human, since having her hip replaced, isn't allowed to bend over as much as she had before. Because of this she wants me to hold her purse while perched in the scooter chair so she can get it on over her head. I balk at thee. Under no circumstance will I hold that purse strap in my mouth for any length of time. If it tasted like bacon I might me willing to lend my helping jaw but there's no guarantee I won't take a nibble or two in the process.

No matter how many times I dropped that purse the stubborn humans kept on trying to make me hold it. They wouldn't back down and neither would I, no matter how many treats I got. Enough was enough. It was time I taught the humans a new trick.

When the human moved in with the purse I quickly lowered my head and flipped the strap up on to my muzzle. The look of shock on their faces was priceless. Too bad I can't operate the camera; that would have been a fun photo.

Finally the humans came around to my way of thinking and allowed me to hold the purse in my own unique way.

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