Man And The Manchester Terrier

The Manchester Terrier: The Most Manly Terrier (Especially The Girl Ones)
The rancid garbage with its expired buttermilk cartons and brown Q-Tips I can understand. But, tearing through plastic bags to get at a single dulled chain-saw chain, to pull it round the yard backwards, now forwards, now back again, and leave it as a graceful industrial art installation by the garage door? Can a mere human fathom the mind of the terrier?

(Godzilla dog, Small and Big’s Vice President of External Affairs, also offers Drinking Tips. Of course.)

Comments

Erin said…
hahaha, this is SO true! dogs are so funny. i'd absolutely love to speak 'dog' for a day to answer the age-old question posed by many-a-owners: but why?

love it!
April 20, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Hee hee! Visited your blog Moda Eagleman and love all the bright happy photos. Pretty flowers that a Manchaser Terrier... er, Manchester would enjoy digging up. Make the perfect dirty nose.
April 20, 2009
Anonymous said…
Haha love it! Sometimes I think I can see him thinking...other times, the terrier simply seems to defy human comprehension...
I also borrowed the cartoon for my own blog...hope that is okay!
September 09, 2009
P.L. Frederick said…
Ah, a fellow terrier-understander. Thanks for visiting and commentin', BringingHomePuppy. Have fun with your dog Timmy. By naming him that you've guaranteed that if he falls into a well he'll be saved. (I'm sure you never get Lassie jokes.) And yes, thanks also for the borrowing of my cartoon and the link back. You're helping to spread the Small & Big word, one dry dog kibble at a time.
September 10, 2009
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