My brother & sister-in-law have been out of town this past week, so Grandma has been babysitting their dogs, Chance and Matilda. When I talked to her last night, she said Chance has taken to sitting down in front of her and saying “woof”.
She said she’s let him out, fed him, petted him, and done everything else she can think of, but he still sits in front of her and says, “woof” every few minutes. I think he just misses his daddy! (He’s a big old daddy’s boy.)
I thought I had a picture of them, but I guess not. I’ll get one from Jim when they get back so you can see just how pitiful Chance is.
Until next time,
Good day, and good dog!