Originally posted by MKohoutek we have had several "MushPuppies" over the years. The mushiest was Lady, a Smooth Collie we rescued from a senior facility at 6 years old. She was so fat, she couldn't climb into a car without help, 19 inches at the shoulder and 52 pounds, she looked like an army duffle bag with legs and a tail (she was sable with a few white markings). After three months, with the encouragement of the local Columbian Ground Squirrel population (waddle, waddle, walk, trot, run, gallop) she lost 17 pounds and outran a 15 year old on in line skates gliding down our 7% hill.
After we had had her for about a week, a neighbour had a school emergency with her son, and dropped off her 6 month old daughter in a panic. We introduced Lady to Cheara, who promptly began pulling ears, grabbing tongue, and other such 6 month old exercises. Being the nervous sort, I watched carefully for the reactions from Lady. When Cheara got bored and stopped, Lady put out her left leg and tapped Cheara, asking for more.
No problem, thought I. I went upstairs to heat up a cuppa and make room for it. When I came back down it was awful quiet. As our own children were both older than Cheara's mother, we were out of practice with babies, and I had not closed the door to the wooden stairs going down to the basement. When I saw them, Lady gave me a frown. She was lying across the doorway, preventing Cheara from going to the stairs, and the baby was sound asleep on her tummy.
A few months later, the mine where I was employed went bankrupt. In my office my feet became her resting place as I surfed the net looking for work.
MushPuppy extraordinaire!