He's my puppy.
When he poops/vomits/does something naughty, he's my father's dog.
Although at nearly 9 years old, 30kg and 70cm high at the shoulder he's not really a puppy anymore. The first time my sister's fiance came to our house, he refused to get out of the car when he saw Uli.
He's a German Shorthaired Pointer, most people have no idea what that is though, so when they ask what breed he is I say "a big brown one" and then they look at me as if I'm stupid.
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When we first got him, he was an outside dog. He had to sleep in the shed out the back, and was only allowed inside very rarely, but over the years he has become more and more spoiled. Now he's allowed all through the house... Although he still gets in trouble when I let him sit on the couch with me.
For his 7th birthday, my mother got him a whole chicken.
I would have liked a chicken for my birthday. Just saying.
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He was very naughty when he was little. We ended up having to get dog psychologists to help us train him. Even then, he didn't fully settle down until he was about 5 years old. Every now and then, he's naughty again.
One day he disappeared for a while, and returned a bit later with a bone.
Turned out he'd just casually walked in through their front door....
Out to their backyard, where their dog had a bone....
Took her bone....
Walked back through their house....
And out the front door, back to our place.
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My dad once found a little baby bird which had fallen out of its nest.
He put it back in the nest.
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As I've been sitting here writing this blog, my dad is telling me off for making Uli look too fat. So I'll include an actual photo of him so you can all see how pretty he is...
There are many more stories, I will do another post about him sometime.
