We have an amazing German Shepherd. She's incredibly smart and fiercely loyal. But, as I found out the other night, she's no Lassie.
So, without going into all the details, I found myself in the position of being stuck on the bathroom floor in a whole lot of pain last week and needing some serious assistance. Marc was asleep, so I called for Freddie, thinking I could send her for help. Here is how that conversation went:
Me: "Freddie, come here."
She comes in the bathroom and licks my face.
Me: "Freddie, go get Daddy."
She licks my face again.
Me: "No Freddie, Go.Get.Daddy."
She goes to lay down on her bed. I call her back.
Me: "Freddie," I say, "GO.GET.DADDY."
She licks my face again and goes and lays down on her bed.
Me: "I f***ing hate you, dog."
This weekend I will be teaching my dog a new, useful trick. Like "Go Get Daddy!"
*Sidenote: I do not, in fact, actually hate my dog. So please don't call the ASPCA or PETA or anything on me. I was in a lot of pain. lol
