That’s right — Bobby Breaux has a brother. Isn’t he adorable? Just what Marsha and Granny need, a calm, dignified voice of reason in the house.
Marsha, please tell us more. I have to run for now, headed for the friendly skies …
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on February 16, 2007 at 5:03 pm AUNT MARSHA wrote:
He’s wild! The dog is untrained and pees on everything, bites through, gnaws and attacks plastic bags, chair legs, doors, walls– of any kind, size…and has had my wrists in his mouth many times.Oddly, he seems to have no interest in shoes or toys per se. My feet seem to be a current attraction for the poor lil feller(hey!! me, too!). He loves TV! Stands rod rigid and at attention for Gran’s soaps and anything with animal sounds. The big treat thus far, was having him watch himself on video. PRICELESS. ABSOLUTELY PRICELESS.
All of this after a quiet, shy and reserved farce that played out when we brought him home from the shelter yesterday evening.That new pet thing–so coy, that. Now, he has risen as some alpha dog, marking his territory to amazingly precise and exact dimensions as is the sq. footage of the house. When outside he does the hind foot thing-a send back from the wild for real, when they had the pre-evolved glands there–kicking the dirt back an easy 4 feet. Really impressive! He walks so boldly, as well. You feel really safe and protected with him til he knocks you over and dashes away.
He seems quite healthy,has great teeth and posture and coat; is said to be a Sheltie mixed breed (I see chow in that face and feet)app. 1-2 yrs. old.
Can’t say more now as he is climbing atop the stove to get the pizza. SCHOOL AND SERIOUS TRAINING SCHEDULED AT SOONEST.I did one session with him this evening–strictly by the book–and gave up with my heart filled with sorrow and pity as he didn’t have A CLUE. NOT A CLUE, YOU HEAR ME? But, he is rather obviously no dummy…just wild and….well, just wild mostly. Not used to being in a house…maybe not even civilization?
HAVE A GRAND TRIP, HON–AND NOT TO WORRY ABOUT THOSE VIDEOS GRANNY SAW FROM THE PARTY. SHE THOUGHT YOUR LYRICS A TAD BAWDY, BUT YOU’D HAVE TO DO FAR, FAR WORSE THAN THAT TO TAKE ANY OF THE GLEAM AWAY FROM THE VISION OF YOU GRAN HOLDS DEAR…SIGH.(Or off of your head, the gleam thing)
Plus, I really think the whole salad fixins comments went over her head. You know Gran! No veggan! he he he?
Did I leave my screaming mimi at your house?
on February 19, 2007 at 6:00 pm tvp wrote:
dogs are kewl