I was out with my dogs tonight, and the neighbor lady called me over. I thought, “NOW what?” The apartment dwellers seem to have complaints about stuff. I’m not sure where they pull them from. We’ll be polite and not guess, OK?
Anyway, this woman called me over, and I went to see what she wanted. Mind you, after having the golden retriever take off half-way across America, she said, “Your dogs are lovely. Your golden is so well-trained.” (“Ha!” I thought… “Did you just see her run off?”)
She said, “I can always tell when your dogs are out because Foxy goes nuts!”
They have a tendency to do this. One dog up the way has a thing for schnauzers. I’m not sure what that means, but its owner said so. Also, nevermind that the dog next door is named “Ginger”, so any calls for my Ginger creates massive confusion.
I can’t help but look at “real Foxy” and wonder why his Nintendogs counterpart has trouble with even simple things, like learning its name. 🙂 But then, I’m sure we are just doing the Nintendogs thing wrong half the time. 🙂