Our Golden Retriever, Rudy, likes wine.
Initially, I was worried about his newfound sophisticated taste because grapes are said to kill dogs, or at least make them sick. It turns out, though, that wine agrees with him. He even came back for seconds.
Before you call the ASPCA or the National Association of Vineyard Police, I’ll tell you what happened. The other day, red wine was accidentally spilled onto the kitchen floor and he lapped it up. Then he sat in front of me, very politely, on his haunches, which told me that wanted more.
He is a very nice, albeit very rude, dog who only uses manners when he wants cheese — and now, apparently, wine. He’ll also behave for a hunk of crusty bread.
Oh my God! My dog is French.
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Well, you did say he spoke French!
And Farsi.
Perhaps he has some Poodle genes.
Very funny, Nancy. Thanks for commenting!
Between the wine, cheese and housecleaning, I’d say he may be gay. Or French.
Or both? Not that there’s anything wrong with either.