dogs and dogs

if you read the previous post, you know my plan.  Nope, didn't work out.  Nope, never really thought it would.  So what's new with you?
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Couple dog stones.  We do love our dogs.  I know that your dogs are cuter than mine, but I have possession of the keyboard.  I have 5 dogs, right?  Greta, the blond snake killer is oldest followed a couple years later by Fritz, The Hungry.  There was Gandalf the Gray and Gandalf the White.  I have Fritz The Hungry.  A year later came our white spotted Liesl.  She is so sweet and afraid...the only dog that I have who will try to bite someone without being tempted.  "You have a leg; I have the teeth....just make a wrong move."  SNAP.   
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A little aside:  went to an estate sale last year.  They had a dog toy - sorta like a gum ball machine.  It had a bone for a handle, painted pretty red, push down the handle and dog food treats come out. Concept - dogs can learn this.  That is wrong.  4 of our 5 just sit and look at the food through its glass dome.  ( I think, thanks to daughter Laura's help,  ) Little Liesle walks right up and hits that handle with her right foot and begins to chow down.  We can put it away for a month - makes no never mind - that right paw shoves down the bone handle and treats come out.  She is selfish and has no intention of sharing with the others.   "If they want treats, they can learn to push the handle."   SNAP.
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Finally after a few years of resting from having puppies around, we got the twin boys - chocolate in color:  one regular and one dapple.  Beautiful boys.  Oscar is the ball boy;  Bruno is the lover and innocent and so careful not to offend.   Many times he will sit outside the back door looking up into your eyes until invited back into the house...not always, just most times.
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In the living room, we have some dog beds thrown about.  One is a deep chocolate color and red.  It really is pretty and looks quite comfy.   Store that info away.
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Today I left the house to drive the mile up to the mailbox.  I do this on a daily basis; it is a trip for a purpose and no adventures.  As I leave I will yell out something like, "I'll be right back."  Nobody responds, not even the wife.  I drive up, get the mail and paper, drive back, park in the driveway and open the door of the car.
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At that moment the dogs Five commence a bark and howl to beat the band.  It is like I have been gone for a month.  They "hollar and shout" as I weave my way back to the front door.  Then,  silence...waiting...key in door...Bruno will bark...door opens and I am greeted by 5 wiggly children waiting to be loved:  Fritz squats down, ears lowered;  Greta, if she has decided it is the day, will wiggle to you;  Liesl hovers behind waiting for a slot;  Oscar is up front, green ball in his mouth; and Bruno is just beside himself.
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Recently when I return, everyone is doing his doggy thing and Bruno will go grab the chocolate and red dog bed running through the house.  He lifts his head as high as a dachshund can do, dragging the bed in front - trying not to trip.  Just imagine a doxie running with a bed in his teeth.
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So, I enter locking the door behind.  I love Fritz and tell him it is not time to eat.  Liesl and Greta get their scratching and loving.   I throw the ball for Oscar and run down Bruno and his mobile bed. Today, Bruno took the bed 3 times before he could contain his excitement that "Daddy's Home."
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Yesterday, finished the yard prep.  Today a cold front.  People up north think I am a wimp, but 45 degrees with wind off the lake - that is tough to me.
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5 o'clock.  Time for Fritz to eat.  Let the barking begin.
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