I wear clogs. Leather clogs, vinyl garden clogs, suede clogs, house shoe clogs, go-to-the-car clogs, play clogs, work clogs, watch-TV-clogs. It's what I wear. Open-backed clogs.
How in the heck does he manage to place his front paw in the backs of them every time I appear to be leaving his side, nearly tripping me up head-over-heels every time?!?
This is no coincidence, I am sure. He is a dastardly dog. No?
Seamus and Flynn
Awww Flynne don't trip Mom, if she hurts herself all walks stop! Just ask Sammi
I'd just call it smart!
Daisy, Hayshaker She's Utterly Unforgettable, CGC
Lola, our mellow yellow gal. Gotcha on 1-7-07
Hah! What a stinker. It's his version of following you and stepping on the heels of your shoes!
That's akin to walking down the stairs with a dogs nose in the back of your knees
..........and the following so close that the claws enter your heel as you walk !
He has a plan.
must be a lab thing