Bubba was our old black lab. Due to a couple of past leg injuries, he put on a lot of weight and wasn't very fast on his feet. Apparently, the neighbor's goose was feeling some maternal instincts and, having no goslings to take care of, decided to adopt Bubba as her child. That goose would follow him around wherever he went, and was very protective of him. If the goose was around, you couldn't pet Bubba. Sometimes the goose would even sleep outside of his dog house.
Bubba's not with us anymore, but I'll never forget what a wonderful, gentle dog he was. And it makes me think... If a dog and a goose can be friends, why can't we?
Here's the photographic proof, once and for all:
3 comments:
We are! Aren't we?
I like your drawing better than the picture, but I guess after all your blog's lies you felt you needed to prove that this story was one rare truth. I believed it even before I saw the picture. Now if you had said that a goose was friends with a cat... be serious. No one's friends with a cat.
I knew there was proof out there somewhere! They're so cute together!
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