Tale of the Maddie: German-nosed River Spirit Dragon Princess
For 
kore !
OK, this isn't gonna top the 'Help, I have two squirrels in my freezer' story (neither of which she'd killed) but it's current and it's silly as hell as it amuses me deeply.
So, at the moment, I'm sick. The kind of sick where you hide under the covers, honking mournfully into kleenex, and drinking hot soup from a little cup while watching Netflix for hours. The kind where you get annoyed at having to press 'keep playing' every hour and a half. Obviously, you want to keep playing. DUH.
Normally, I walk the puppy three times a day. Yes, we have a big back yard, and yes, we play out there a lot, but I also take her on walkies thrice daily, usually for a couple miles per. Yesterday, I didn't manage any, and today I did one and felt that, perhaps, I should have a nice soothing lie down after. (Honestly, what was I thinking? OK, I know what I was thinking: SAD PUPPY EYES.)
Anyway, back in the day, the Pook would hop up on the bed and guard me, in his silent and menacing fashion, if I was sick. Maddie doesn't really roll that way. Sure, she's a formiddable guardian, but instead of hanging out and looking villainous, she--
Well, she grabbed my pink croc, hopped up on my bed, and began to spin around in circles, while bouncing up and down, and kill-shaking the croc for all she was worth.
It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
When she was done, she looked closely at me, as if to gauge whether I was sufficiently cheered up. Deciding that I wasn't, she proceeded to do another round of pink-croc-shaking war dancing.
After the second round, I must have seemed sufficiently cheered, since she gave me a face full of puppy kisses, then plopped down, looking very pleased with herself.
Good job, puppy!
kore !
OK, this isn't gonna top the 'Help, I have two squirrels in my freezer' story (neither of which she'd killed) but it's current and it's silly as hell as it amuses me deeply.
So, at the moment, I'm sick. The kind of sick where you hide under the covers, honking mournfully into kleenex, and drinking hot soup from a little cup while watching Netflix for hours. The kind where you get annoyed at having to press 'keep playing' every hour and a half. Obviously, you want to keep playing. DUH.
Normally, I walk the puppy three times a day. Yes, we have a big back yard, and yes, we play out there a lot, but I also take her on walkies thrice daily, usually for a couple miles per. Yesterday, I didn't manage any, and today I did one and felt that, perhaps, I should have a nice soothing lie down after. (Honestly, what was I thinking? OK, I know what I was thinking: SAD PUPPY EYES.)
Anyway, back in the day, the Pook would hop up on the bed and guard me, in his silent and menacing fashion, if I was sick. Maddie doesn't really roll that way. Sure, she's a formiddable guardian, but instead of hanging out and looking villainous, she--
Well, she grabbed my pink croc, hopped up on my bed, and began to spin around in circles, while bouncing up and down, and kill-shaking the croc for all she was worth.
It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
When she was done, she looked closely at me, as if to gauge whether I was sufficiently cheered up. Deciding that I wasn't, she proceeded to do another round of pink-croc-shaking war dancing.
After the second round, I must have seemed sufficiently cheered, since she gave me a face full of puppy kisses, then plopped down, looking very pleased with herself.
Good job, puppy!