The owner of the goose got too greedy, not being able to wait for each egg to be laid, and killed the goose. Of course, opening up the goose did not result in the discovery of a whole mess of golden eggs, and the owner lost his money-machine goose.
Well then I’m going out to get me another one! All I have to do is hold a cup under thier asses and wait for the coins to hit the bottom like a slot machine. I wonder if their eyes will have little fruits in them like those machines. I’m so excited now!
No, the puppy seems perfectly happy to provide for my retirement. Though, I do notice that puppies never complain about anything. Her little teeth are coming out and her gums are bleeding and she goes right on being a happy little girlie, even though it’s GOT to hurt.
The puppy’s name is Moxie. Maybe that has something to do with her generousity of spirit and lack of complaining.
I know someone who picks up after her dog like this. Well “know” is stretching it. I see someone in my neighborhood who, when walking her cocker spaniel, doesn’t wait for the poop to hit the ground before picking it up with the inside-out-platic-bag that is the responsible dog walker’s constant companion (or big giant pooper scooper if you have a big giant dog). Instead, she hold the plastic bag under the dogs butt as it is pooping. I guess it’s more effecient, but ugh - what if the dog got into something and has a nasty case of the squirts?
It’s not a lab, but it is a terrier. Now the word ‘terrier’ comes from the word “earth.” And as you know, all precious metals come from under ground. Maybe that explains it!