Why, hello! I hope you’re having a great hump day!
I think the title of this post pretty much explains it all. But first, let me give you a little background on my crazy fur child. This is ‘B’ – short for Bianka. Also goes by Busy B, B dog, and BEEBEE (in a high-pitched voice that could probably shatter bullet-proof glass). She’s a 6 year old German Shorthaired Pointer with enough energy to outrun any human being for days, a huge attitude, and special place in my heart. If you’re ever thinking about getting a German Shorthair you will need:
1. endless space,
2. limitless energy,
3. probably a small village to help out,
but they are unlike any other!
B enjoys normal activities, like helping in the kitchen:
Stealing abnormally large pieces of firewood and chewing on them:
Going for long runs:
And sitting on my lap… wait, what ?????
Yes. My 60 lb bird dog thinks she is a pug. And the culprit? Bear.
(Yes, there they are in all their glory.) Bear is my parents’ puggle (Pug + Beagle), and B’s puppy brother (or I guess technically maybe my puppy brother?)
Either way, things get pretty interesting when your dog doesn’t realize her size, often times leading to a path of mass destruction (and in my case, a hairline fracture in your front tooth). Incase you were wondering, that is probably the best case scenario when your dog comes jumping out of the car full-force into your face.
So there you have it. She is a real handful (literally), but I wouldn’t have her any other way.