I have a dog.
I learned a new word today (not that one, I know plenty of those!)
Aaroooff means "play fetch". Here, all along, I had been telling my dog to "Fetch", in a firm commanding male voice. It worked, usually, for a while, kinda.
My dog would keep barking "Aaroooff" and go get what ever I tossed (usually) and bring it back (more or less). I usually got a glimpse of it as it went by at speed, firmly clenched in his mouth.
For some reason, today, when I tossed his favorite toy I said "Aaroooff". I got a pretty funny look from him but he went and got it and brought it back (pretty much). Every time I threw it and called Aaroooff, he would go get his toy and bring it back, but would not bark Aaroooff any more. He had trained me to play "Aaroooff".
I would suppose that Webster had a dog. I wonder why Aaroooff is not in the dictionary? Maybe his dog was more of a couch potato.
Danny was watching me dig this damn deep hole for his "doogie doolie" canister (you REALLY do not want to know!) and barking up a storm. I think he was giving me digging advice. He sort of lost interest when the hole got over 3ft deep and was really a lot of work to dig. Kneeling by a hole and digging down to 4ft with a clamshell digger is definitely not a joyful experience. He went over and laid down to chew on his rawhide bone. I didn't have his sense, or a rawhide bone, so I kept digging.
It helps to be a little crazy to even think of installing a doggie septic system. But...
I got a dog.
Now he's got his own septic system.
Regards,
WebMouse
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