The Other Coast by Adrian Raeside for February 21, 2020

treat…

And don’t forget that awful FOUR LETTER WORD: BATH!

My dog could recognise the spelling of those words.

Except “ballgame”. She wasn’t into sports.

Dinner!

Mine respond to ‘buiscuit’ and ‘wanna go out,’ lol!

We used to have a dog who loved going to the vet. Just as well, as the poor girl died a five of something similar to sickle cell anemia. We’d get out of the car and she’s race to the door; it was a problem when you have 90-some pounds of I-wanna-go-in and a door that opens outward. She’s sail through the waiting room, barge into the treatment area, sit down and put up her paw for the blood test, get a treat, and come back to me, happy as a clam.

I still miss that pooch, so much.

The sounds of kibble.

Baaacooooon!

The toy fox terrier I had while in school would always run to the front window and stand there looking out whenever I would say “Dog!”.

I get my dogs upstairs for bedtime by saying “bacon cookie”.

Except in our Lab’s case, as Alex loved loved the vet…could be cause our vet loved him too and he’d yell Alex come here and he did and got his biscuits before his appointment.

Cheesy bits!

Car……