June 02, 2014
If I Didn't Know Better...
I think the Blog Princess had finally gotten herself a new puppy.
CANTON, Mass., June 2 (UPI) --A peppy pup pushed the gas pedal in her owner's car and propelled his vehicle into a picturesque pond in Massachusetts. Rosie, a 12-week-old German shepherd puppy, had just gone for a walk around Bolivar Pond in Canton when the incident occurred.
After her owner started up the car, Rosie somehow got tangled up in the pedals and unknowingly floored it into the pond.
"She's a handful," Rosie's owner, John Costello told MyFoxBoston. "The dog jumped in and hit the gear shift and the car jerked and she fell on top of the gas pedal. It was just scary."
Posted by DL Sly at June 2, 2014 09:50 PM
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Is this like "The dog ate my homework?".
Posted by: CAPT Mongo at June 3, 2014 09:34 AM
Wouldn't have that problem if you drove a stick shift. And I always set the emergency break...
Posted by: Miss Ladybug at June 3, 2014 04:58 PM
True, Miss Ladybug!
However, one doesn't set their emergency brake (or break, for that matter *snicker*) for at least 4 and up to 6 months out of the year up here. With daytime highs barely cracking 0 last winter, it'll freeze there. And getting it unfrozen is a real bitch.
Posted by: DL Sly at June 3, 2014 05:12 PM
That's just one more reason to love WEINER DOOOOOOOOOOOOGS! They're too short to reach the roast you left on the kitchen counter to thaw for Christmas dinner. But there's a mighty heart (and a very big-dog-sounding bark in that tiny body).
Posted by: Cassandra at June 4, 2014 07:16 AM
"They're too short to reach the roast you left on the kitchen counter to thaw for Christmas dinner."
I seem to recall a certain weiner dog who managed to not only get a steak off the table, but also some cheese.....
Posted by: DL Sly at June 4, 2014 12:24 PM
Dogs and cheese.
A spectactularly bad memory.
Posted by: CAPT Mike at June 4, 2014 11:11 PM
You can't just leave that hanging, CAPT.
Posted by: DL Sly at June 5, 2014 12:03 PM
While stationed at Bangor (WA), we were dog sitting a nice mutt from the family of another JO in the wardroom.
No big deal, as we has a Cocker Spaniel, and the dogs got along.
They both got ahold of cheese (how it was left out surely contributed to the eventual divorce, nearly 30 years later).
MW & I were awoken by classic gass sounds in the very late night / very early morning, and the mess was truly spectacular in the most awful way. We spent the rest of the night doing triage with soap and water, gagging all the while, after I locked dogs in the garage.
That's when I learned about steam cleaners for carpets. Plus that very clever enzyme stuff.
Posted by: CAPT Mike at June 6, 2014 01:05 AM