Ollie. Not the bravest dog in the world...
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 6:01 am
Here is a pic of our dog "Ollie." He is a Labrador cross. Dunno what he is crossed with. I strongly suspect a plank of wood.
Something happened a couple of days ago concerning our brave "guard" dog.
We had let him off to run round the garden, something he loves to do, when he suddenly started barking as if the hoards of hell were invading. Sue, (my partner,) and myself went out to see what was going on. He was stood in the middle of the lawn head down, barking for all his worth. When we got closer we spotted the offending article.
A feather. Not being one to deny myself a chance to wind the dog up, I picked up the feather and threw it into the air. Ollie went berserk. He followed it around as it was descending, barking furiously as it wafted around the garden. Then the funniest thing happened. The wind blew the feather straight onto his nose. I swear, the poor dog was mortified. He screamed and jumped backwards, but unfortunately, the barbs in the feather held it to the hairs on his snout like velcro. He started jumping backwards but the feather clung on. I swear he was nearly doing backward summersaults, trying to get away from this beast that had attached itself to him. I never realised just how fast a dog can run going backwards. It was certainly an eye opener for me. He was getting wild eyed and even more frantic. Sue had to go into the kitchen because she was nearly wetting herself. I was finding it extremely hard to stand. Tears were streaming down my face. All the while the dog was running backwards, in ever decreasing circles. Yelping like a puppy. Eventually the feather came off and settled onto the ground. Suddenly Ollie became our great protector again. He advanced on it, very slowly, growling and then barking. He eventually put out a tentative paw to try and touch it. It actually took him three attempts. He kept withdrawing just before he touched it. I have honestly never seen such a cowardly dog in all my life. He finally decided that the best way to sort it out would be to eat it. Sue and myself were in total stitches. We were completely cracked up. But one thing is for certain. If anybody ever decides to break into our house, all they will need to arm themselves with is, a feather...
Something happened a couple of days ago concerning our brave "guard" dog.
We had let him off to run round the garden, something he loves to do, when he suddenly started barking as if the hoards of hell were invading. Sue, (my partner,) and myself went out to see what was going on. He was stood in the middle of the lawn head down, barking for all his worth. When we got closer we spotted the offending article.
A feather. Not being one to deny myself a chance to wind the dog up, I picked up the feather and threw it into the air. Ollie went berserk. He followed it around as it was descending, barking furiously as it wafted around the garden. Then the funniest thing happened. The wind blew the feather straight onto his nose. I swear, the poor dog was mortified. He screamed and jumped backwards, but unfortunately, the barbs in the feather held it to the hairs on his snout like velcro. He started jumping backwards but the feather clung on. I swear he was nearly doing backward summersaults, trying to get away from this beast that had attached itself to him. I never realised just how fast a dog can run going backwards. It was certainly an eye opener for me. He was getting wild eyed and even more frantic. Sue had to go into the kitchen because she was nearly wetting herself. I was finding it extremely hard to stand. Tears were streaming down my face. All the while the dog was running backwards, in ever decreasing circles. Yelping like a puppy. Eventually the feather came off and settled onto the ground. Suddenly Ollie became our great protector again. He advanced on it, very slowly, growling and then barking. He eventually put out a tentative paw to try and touch it. It actually took him three attempts. He kept withdrawing just before he touched it. I have honestly never seen such a cowardly dog in all my life. He finally decided that the best way to sort it out would be to eat it. Sue and myself were in total stitches. We were completely cracked up. But one thing is for certain. If anybody ever decides to break into our house, all they will need to arm themselves with is, a feather...