In response to a request for more dog pics, here are a couple of gratuitous Lagniappe pics, along with a report of his latest shenanigan.
Last night being Friday night, a couple of neighbors and I were doing the regular King of the Hill thing where we basically stand around one guy's garage and drink beer and talk about whatever. I'd gone over and left Lagniappe on my deck, with the standard expectation that he'd stay there.
Well a couple of hours later as we sat in this garage down the street, there came a sound at the door. Someone opened it and Lagniappe walked in as if he'd been invited.
Now I hadn't told him where I'd be, so it was somewhat astounding to see that he'd opened the baby gate on my deck of his own accord (I know that he can, but he's not supposed to. It's an "honor system" thing) and somehow tracked me down the block to this closed garage and pawed at the door to be let in. Yeah, I know that these dogs are supposed to be stupendous trackers, but this one often cannot find his own tennis ball in the living room. Dogs...
And as to dogs, my friend Michelle recently mentioned the truism about dogs and the ability to count. If you think that dogs cannot count, just let a dog see you take three treats out of a box and put them in your pocket, and then try giving him only two. They know.
But I will credit Lagniappe with a bit of common sense. When he heard that Obama had somehow won the election, he made a beeline for the ammo locker. "He ain't getting this stuff, Boss!"
Good dog. He may be a goof, but he's one Hell of an assistant gunner and ammo bearer.