When Tootie is outside and wants back in, she’ll sit at the side door and do this funny little chicken bark. It is really about 1/4 of a bark. She doesn’t even open her mouth. She just does this little chicken bleat that blows her floppy lips out.
When she does the chicken bark I find myself amazed yet again that I fell in love with a damn dog.
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i feel so cheap
It doesn’t take much to fall in love with the dog in your life. And it’s pure love, too. I didn’t think I could love two, but I can.
Amen Jag!
It is unconditional love at its best.
My late cat Spot (Spot Rekjavik Andser—that’s gotta be worse than your dog’s full name[I was reading old posts]) would kind of bark occasionally, too. It was probably more technically a burp, but it seemed like a quiet bark.
Here’s to pet idiosyncrasies. Off to kill a pigeon, now, and drag it into my apartmenrt building.
That’s like the dog equivalent of clearing your throat - wants attention, but too polite to actually bark. Most dogs aren’t that considerate.
Isn’t your laffy taffy your ass, as in ‘baby got laffy taffy’?
Laffy taffy is literally a kind of candy..the song in question uses candy names throughout the lyrics.
Hey..tootsie roll was a hit a few years ago, why not laffy taffy?
My cat used to quack when it was hungry.
Although now it’s dead.
Let’s start a Dead Cats Society.
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