Welcome to Gotshoo?, proudly serving the inter-tubes since 2000. Gotshoo? is the personal of Chris Scheufele, that's me. I live in Springfield, Illinois with my wife and two dogs, Buddy and Clancy. I work during the day as an IT consultant and play at night with a freelance company called After Hours Development, and put together cool projects like Spfldbloggers.com
When I am not tinkering with computers and code, I am taking pictures trying to keep up with my daily photo, or riding my bike, or playing with the dogs.
Poor dog.
GTG and I have been home two days in a row. She because of school, myself because I was a sick kid. Buddy’s shirt was suppose to be his Halloween costume, but at that time it dragged on the floor. Poor dog. Can’t you just see his expression?
We’re both glad to be going back to school and work tomorrow. Lazy bums I tell ya.
He looks so stinking cute!! And his expression is saying, “Mommy, give me the stinking treat you have in your hand.” So, there!! I win!!
Just minutes after he tried to chew the shirt off.
He’s such a cute puppy dog!!!!!
That is the funniest look ever….he looks so not really amused with you two. I’m sure the treats made up for it…and taking the shirt off….he’s not still wearing it, is he?
I’m sorry but if I were buddy, I’d tear up kleenex and bras and stuff too. The shirt looks very binding.
He only had to wear the shirt for a few minutes. I took it off relatively quickly.
And, Nattie, I’d probably eat stuff too, but still doesn’t make me feel any better when he eats one of my $50 bras.
See, that’s why they’re so smart though. He’s tearing up things (said, $50 bra) that make you so mad, you want to scream, yet it’s not something that’s priceless. I can be replaced. It’s not your grandma’s homemade blanket (or something like that). Buddy’s a very crafty dog. He’s making you mad without going TOO far!
I think he knows that if he goes too far, he’s back at the APL…so, in that way he is a crafty little monster.
p.s. Everyone knows there’s no way I could ever send Buddy back. He could eat my left leg, and I’d probably hug him. Darn that dog!!