Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Coal the Dog


I have a black dog named Coal and he is called Coal because he is so black. Coal is a Labrador Retriever, and he is 10 years old. His birthday is March 22nd, and to him, it is a bigger than big event. He like to run around and chew off all the paper on his presents and on my birthday, he is so sad that he doesn't get to open presents, so I give a few to him to open. Trust me, he really does like to open presents.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I have a dog and his name is Leroy. It's not because of his color, it's because Father loves it. Leroy once ate an ice cream cone. That was a funny thing. This happened in Pennsylvania. And a guest to our van, named Cameron, was watching him too. Sadie and I were laughing so hard. And Ahno and Mother were watching him too. And we all kept on saying, "Eat the cone, eat the cone!" over and over. Laughing. It was so funny that Sadie and I couldn't stop laughing. Cameron just accepted it. He probably didn't see Leroy. But Leroy was there. And he started chomp-chomp-chomp-eating the cone. He just went lick-lick-lick-chomp. Lick-lick-lick-chomp. He was licking Sadie's ice cream because she didn't want it, and that brought more funniness. Leroy was so funny.

He is a one-year-old dog. His birthday is October 19. Probably when we're vacationing at Florida. Leroy loves to lick. Every time you come in the door, he starts right up at you, jumps at you, and licks. He loves humans. Let me give you this: We are mammals. That means we're animals. And humans are his favorite animals. If he loves humans the best, that means he loves you. You don't even have to wait, he just loves you right away. He's a funny puppy. We have a game called "Wrestle." Leroy and I play tug, fetch, and wrestle. Tug and fetch are actually with toys, but it's just Leroy and I when it comes to wrestle. You might know how to play tug or fetch but wrestle is one I made up. It's where you get down on the ground and start wrestling with him. You might not like it because it's a little bitey. He doesn't try to kill you though. I might be the only one that likes to play it with him. Every time Leroy gets mad, that means he wants to wrestle. But when he starts at Father, Father doesn't like it, so he asks me to feed him. That's the same thing that happens to Mother.

He's a friendly dog, he knows tricks, he's not afraid, and he loves you.

David said...

what is your dog terring up there you must relly love him