I miss my dog. He used to do many of the same things. He'd do the "woofle" while awake too, and we figured it was his way of saying "yes" because it was whenever we asked him a question.
Another fun winter game is having them play "fetch" with snowballs. They see where it lands but of course can't find it again, so they start digging all through the snow looking for it.
My dog also did the "singing". Ususally its because he wanted something, even if it was just attention. But sometimes it was when he wanted food. But occasionally he'd just walk up to us in the living room and start making noises, and we called it "telling a story". He'd make a some noises and we'd say "Oh, you're telling a story?" Then there'd be a woofle, and more noises. Sometimes the whines would sound sad and we'd respond "Oh that's a sad story". They'd be mixed with non-threatening "grrs" and woofles. And if he ever actually barked we'd say "Oh, we want a quiet story" and he'd quiet back down.
He was a very good dog (Golden Retriever, Brittany Spaniel mix) and I miss him a lot.
I'm a comic writer, artist and rock collector in Minnesota. I have a big stupid dog and a houseful of wacky roommates who play video games and make dick jokes in mixed company.
I root for the Astronauts.
D'awww. My dogs do that "woofle" thing all the time. It's fraggin' adorable.
ReplyDeleteOne of them does that "mow lawn with face" thing after he has a bath. Except this is The South, and The South doesn't believe in snow.
your dog could replace Pavarotti
ReplyDeleteI miss my dog. He used to do many of the same things. He'd do the "woofle" while awake too, and we figured it was his way of saying "yes" because it was whenever we asked him a question.
ReplyDeleteAnother fun winter game is having them play "fetch" with snowballs. They see where it lands but of course can't find it again, so they start digging all through the snow looking for it.
My dog also did the "singing". Ususally its because he wanted something, even if it was just attention. But sometimes it was when he wanted food. But occasionally he'd just walk up to us in the living room and start making noises, and we called it "telling a story". He'd make a some noises and we'd say "Oh, you're telling a story?" Then there'd be a woofle, and more noises. Sometimes the whines would sound sad and we'd respond "Oh that's a sad story". They'd be mixed with non-threatening "grrs" and woofles. And if he ever actually barked we'd say "Oh, we want a quiet story" and he'd quiet back down.
He was a very good dog (Golden Retriever, Brittany Spaniel mix) and I miss him a lot.