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Post by Aussienot on Aug 27, 2009 0:48:04 GMT -5
I was doing some garden rescue this afternoon, trying to return the grass thicket back into the rose garden it is meant to be. Down on my knees, pulling up grass runners and throwing them into a bucket. As I freed a rose, I pruned it and casually chucked the cuttings over my shoulder and well out of my own way for disposal later.
So the first time I turned to grab a tool, and got stabbed in the leg by a rose cutting, I thought, gee how careless of me. The second time I turned and was impaled by a thorny spike, I thought, I really must be more careful. The third time I got spiked badly enough to need a bandage, and so went into the house.
Upon returning, I saw a small pile of cuttings exactly where I had been weeding, and realized what was happening. As I was throwing the rose branches away, dutiful Sailor was fetching them back, and carefully returning them as close as she could get to me.
Doh, you'd think after 11 years of owning a Labrador, I should know that they are the canine equivalent of a boomerang.
Gardening is overrated.
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Post by willow on Aug 28, 2009 17:53:51 GMT -5
;D Unfortunately, this "trait" isn't just restricted to retrievers. Just as I thought, and wrong, of course, that after years of having retrievers and wet dogs, I could avoid that if I got a breed other than a Lab. Then along came Kara and the first time I took her for a walk after the ice and snow melted she took one look at the pond and dove right in! I was totally shocked, thinking Aussies didn't really like the water that much! Thankfully, Buddy doesn't like water, other than for drinking. Two long haired constantly wet dogs would just be too much.
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