The hoister

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chickenz

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Before I get into the hoister, Maggie had me in tears yesterday, tears of laughter. I was sitting on the floor, playing and scrapping with her. She is making her chubakka noices, so I start making them back. She starts jumping around like a jack rabbit, then pins me against a chair, puts her front paws on my shoulder, and showers me with kisses. I could barely breath from being smothered, and my laughter. She really got me. Then later on I was on the computer. I look over, and Maggie is sleeping with hear face mushed against the arm of the sofa, and her tongue is sticking out of her mouth and sideways. Between my laughter and movement to try and get the camera, she woke up, but man I wish I had that picture.

Ok, now the hoister. She has some squeaky toys she likes to play with. One has a handle on it. She loves to grab it in her mouth and shake it violently. Then she will let it go, hoisting it across the room. It is really funny, because she freezes for a second, wondering where it went. Well, she was doing it a gain last night, and I was laughing and all. I turned my attention to the TV, next thing I know, wham, right in the face. The toy smacked my right on the cheek. That's what I get for not paying attention.

Anyone else have any hoisters out there.

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Maggie - flashy fawn, born 4/2000, natural ears, part human.

[This message has been edited by chickenz (edited 09-15-2000).]
 

HELENE

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So far so good. Sergeant sometimes plays with his frisby in the livingroom, he shakes his head and I just pray that he doesn't let the frisby go, if he did it would most probably end up knocking something off one of the shelves. When he is outside he picks up an apple or pear that has fallen from the tree, then he starts racing around the garden at full speed and lets go of the fruit. It is a race between him and me who gets it first, if I get it I throw it again for him to chase and the racing starts all over again. Sometimes the fruit rolls into the garden and it is hunting time.

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Sergeant. 6 in October. Light brindle, natural ears. Full of fun.
 
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