Naughty Dogs E-Book

Peter S. Fischer

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Naughty Dogs
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 59

Beschreibung

Every dog owner can tell a funny story about their dog. That's why I collected the best ones and wrote them down, some experiences were told to me, while others I lived with my own dog. I've also owned Naughty Dogs and will own them again. As humans say, no dog is perfect, they're only human after all. Do you see it? I couldn't have done it, I'm innocent, I'm still a baby! That's how you could interpret the cover image.

Leseprobe

The Book

Every dog owner is convinced of their furry friend's good behavior and will claim: "My dog is well-behaved and properly trained!" But is he really? When walking him? When visiting a friend's apartment with him? When entering a business with him? When going to a restaurant and bringing him along? When driving in the car with him? When, for example, you tie him up outside a bakery?

These are just a few examples that can lead to great entertainment and, afterwards, worries if your beloved pet doesn't do what is expected of him. I'm sure it never gets boring. He looks at you sweetly and claims, "I didn't do anything, I was good the whole time. Can I have my treat now?" And you're boiling with anger. Whether big or small, it doesn't matter; in some matters, they're all the same. If you don't pay attention in time, they can be like small children and do whatever they want. If they're not properly trained?

I spent a lot of time with a German Shepherd during my childhood, so it was clear that when I grew up, I had to have a dog and would always have an additional family member. With them, I experienced many funny or not-so-nice moments.

While walking the dog, you always meet some dog owners who tell you about their pets' experiences. I usually don't know these people's names, but I know the name of their dog. It's true, when my wife and I are out for a walk, we might say, "There's Maxi and his owner." But you don't always have to know everyone so well. The dogs know each other well, they know the different owners, and they know how to outsmart them.

If a dog could write books,

what would be write about his owner?

Peter S. Fischer

Table of Contents

Story 1: My First Dog

Story 2: The Trip

Story 3: Vacation by the Sea

Story 4: Duck Hunting

Story 5: Grilling by the Riverbank

Story 6: The Restaurant

Story 7: Dachshund Mixes

Story 8: Grandma and Grandpa

Story 9: The dog, my friend and protector

Story 10: The Sleeping Man

Story 11: The Car Enthusiast

Story 12: The Rabbit

Story 13: The Hospitable Dog

Story 14: Excluded

Story 15: The Nose

Story 16: The Hideout

Story 17: Children

Story 18: Breakfast

Story 19: The Shopping Trip

Story 20: The Bike Tour

Story 21: Canal Walk

Story 22: At Home

Story 23: Peanuts

Story 24: Cows

Story 25: The Dog with the Flyswatter

Epilogue

1. Story

My First Dog

My first dog was a female Yorkshire Terrier named Aischa. She was from a breeder and was a bit too big for the typical Yorkshire Terrier, so no one wanted her. That's why she immediately caught my eye and found a proper home with me. She was such a sweetheart.

One time, I had a funny experience with her. We were having a big family celebration in our garden. We were all having a great time grilling, and I had a little keg of beer for the guests. Unfortunately, the tap was leaking, so we decided to just put a bowl under it. We continued to grill, and my lovely dog got some scraps from the table. I've never been too strict about what my dog eats, as long as she doesn't beg or jump on the table. It's not fair to watch all that delicious food and not be able to have any. Imagine being hungry and standing in front of a grill, unable to eat anything. Of course, my dog didn't get any seasoned meat; she had her own unseasoned meat.

But after a while, I noticed that my dog had disappeared. I couldn't see or hear her anywhere. That was strange. I searched the garden and all the rooms in the house, and then I found her sleeping on the couch in the children's room. This was unusual behavior for her. I was wondering how she could fall asleep like this, as she never did before. Then my wife told me that the bowl of beer from the keg was empty. We all realized why our dog was sleeping so soundly. Normally, she would stay with the guests until the end of the party, making sure not to miss anything. She was more than just curious. So we had to continue the party without our dog, who was now drunk and couldn't be awakened.

The next morning, my dog and I always went for a walk at the same time. However, she was still sleeping, and I thought it would be better if we went outside. She looked at me briefly and then put her head back down. It was like she was saying, "You can go outside and pee by yourself today. I'm sick." I gently picked her up and put her on her wobbly legs. I could tell that my dog was really sick today. She didn't want to move much, and she probably had a severe headache. It was clear that my dog had a real hangover. She moved slowly and carefully outside, and I realized that this walk would take longer than usual.

Personally, I wasn't feeling great either. When my wife got up, she immediately tended to the poor, sick dog. Aischa was heavily pitied and petted.

But what about me? I also had some pain from the party, but I was simply told it was my own fault. Sometimes, it seems like dogs have it easier with women. But from then on, we made sure Aischa didn't get any more beer. We couldn't let something like that happen again!

The dog probably thought, "Whatever causes such bad headaches must be good, so I can't be naughty!"

2. Story

The Trip

It was a beautiful weekend, my wife wanted us to take a trip to Bad Wörishofen on Sunday, which was not a long drive away. So, my wife said that our furry companion should be bathed and brushed on Saturday evening. She showered our little four-legged friend with a special shampoo for dogs, which the Dame absolutely did not like, and she wanted to jump out of the bathtub right away. But she loved the blow-drying so much that my wife always dried her a bit longer. She would lift her head in a way that she wanted the warm stream of air from the dryer. Her face would beam with joy during the process. The next day, after lunch, we drove to the Kneipp town and had a nice day with a long hike followed by coffee. Our dog walked very obediently the whole way.