Favorite dog stories
By myfanwy65
@myfanwy65 (1030)
United States
June 16, 2007 4:06pm CST
Tell me your favorite dog stories.
My favorite is about my dog named Jubal. He was a bird hunting dog. My dad took him hunting one weekend and someone who was there fed him pinto beans. After they got home, the dog was so tired he fell asleep on the kitchen floor. He had never had beans like this before and they made him sick. But, he was so tired, he never even woke up while he was making a yucky mess on the floor. My mom was so mad.
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@wiccania (3360)
• United States
17 Jun 07
At my mom's house, I have a dog named Lucky (my mom seems to have it in her head that he's hers...). We got him from a former co-worker of my mom's who was at a flea market where a guy had the puppies his dog gave birth to and was selling them for $10. Lucky was the runt of the litter and no one wanted him. She happened to pass as the guy was telling his friend that he was just going to let him loose in the woods and she demanded that he give her the puppy. He did and she took him home, gave him a flea bath and then started working on getting my mom to take him. My mom kept saying no.
Then, on Halloween, my mom called me and asked me to bring her a costume since everyone was teasing her for not wearing one. The co-worker got wind of my pending arrival and called one of her sons to bring the dog to the office. The timing was so perfect that I rode in the elevator with Lucky. My mom was paged to the front desk, the co-worker was the receptionist and she told me that she was trying to get my mom to take the dog. When my mom came around the corner, I was holding him and cuddling with him. So I said "Can we keep him????" She fell in love and I took him home.
His name is Lucky, because the day the co-worker went to the flea market was his lucky day.
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@Sandy1970 (12)
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16 Jun 07
Love your story. Mine would have to be about my Basset Hound "Bobo". We came home one day and unloaded groceries from the car. Somehow he got out and we didn't notice until about one hour later. We searched high and low for him, went to the pound and put up signs in the neighborhood. The next day (I already figured he was hit by a car or something) a kid came to my door and said they had found him. He was only one street away from us. The ppl told us that they had picked him up cause he was laying in the middle of the street in a "stand off" with a truck. He wasn't gonna move and the truck couldn't get around him. I was happy to have him back. Still can't believe he was so close to the house, yet couldn't find his way home. Instead he decided to just lay down and wait...
