How many dogs does it take to change a light bulb?
How many cats does it take to change a light bulb?
And just to prove I'm not a speciesist:Golden Retriever: “The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?”
Border Collie: “Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code.”
Dachshund: “I can’t even reach your *knee* -- and you expect me to reach that lamp?”
Rottweiler: “Make me.”
Boxer: “Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.”
Lab: “Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, oh, pleeeeeeeeeeze!”
German Shepherd: “Don’t worry, I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.”
Jack Russell Terrier: “No problem. I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture. And take that shade off if ya wanna keep it. ”
Old English Sheep Dog: “Ummmmm. Light bulb? What’s ‘light’ ”?
Cocker Spaniel: “Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.”
Chihuahua: “Yo quiero Taco Bulb.”
Greyhound: “It isn't moving. Who cares?”
Australian Shepherd: “First, I'll herd all the light bulbs into a circle...”
Poodle: “I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. And by the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.”
How many cats does it take to change a light bulb?
Okay, if that doesn't lure Barb out of the woodwork...“Cats do not change light bulbs. *People* change light bulbs. So, the real question is, how long will it be before I can expect some light, some dinner, and a massage?”
We had a 100-lb German Shepherd military dog with his handler at the USO yesterday. He was a riot! He was very enthusiastic and motivated--wanted to sniff the facility for explosives every chance he got. His handler said he "flunked bite school" (refused to attack people) and so was only a sniffer dog, not a patrol dog. It soon became obvious why: he was a total lover, not a fighter. When people came over to greet him, all it would take is a scratch on the ears and he roll over on his back for a tummy rub! Awesome dog... Gentle Giant who loved to play.
Yeah that would pretty much sum up Huck the Uber Dog s' reaction.
And yes Barb, cats have staff. LOL
One of the meanest, toughest cadre here always brings in his pack of longhaired mini dachshunds to the company when he does night duty. Seeing him cuddle his fuzzballs always makes me smile. On the inside. I don't want to get smoked.
Our cat would have glared at the lightbulb until it installed itself.
It's nice that Miss Heathbit likes to share... Heh.
A Pomeranian would just dance around waiting for you to finish so you could play with her instead of bright shiny things. A Pekingese would insist on a nap first.
My late cat and I had to share a nice big comfy chair for 7 years. He thought it was his and I knew it was my favourite chair. We had to run for it and he would make a genuine effort to get to the chair ahead of me (he was a very fully and elegant Hymalanian and usually floated not walked, seeing him making a run for it largely accounted for me losing to him in a race). If I got to the chair first, he would jump on the back of it and we would be sitting/sprawling there together. If I left the chair even for a 1/2 minute, he would slide down on the seat and claim it ... then the chair got thrown out and we got 2 smaller ones. Even though we inadvertently claimed the same chair as "favourite," again, this time I acted as a grown up and used another one :o)