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Saturday, February 6, 2010
Helloooo, Henry
This morning I saw a dog I've never seen before. He was a Lucas Terrier, 12 weeks old, perfectly behaved (at least for now) and adorable. He is the first of his kind in Dallas, his mother was quick to tell me, so a big fat la ti da on that. His name was Henry, and he was every inch a Henry--right down to his snoring. Another friend had one of those yap-yap Yorkie's in her purse and though cute, I've just never been a Yorkie fan and when my friend told me her other one had died from falling down the stairs at her house, that sealed the deal for me. No thank you. This one's name was Daisy --please....Daisy?? I don't think so.
One of my favorite people has an Airedale named Bebop who is hilarious and as big as a Smart car. When she comes over to visit, she hooks his leash around our Adirondack bench out front and he snoozes in the grass. Sister and Wigman would probably like Bebop to come in but Muffin would totally stroke if he did. He can barely tolerate Sister as it is and one look at Bebop might cause Muff an early demise
Another friend has two dogs, Rosie, who is some kind of mixey matchy something, and a rescue. I'm not sure who needs rescuing now more--my friend or Rosie. It seems Rosie has some anxiety issues and chews doors. Seriously. She calls Rosie her ten pound termite and has already replaced two doors, at her ex husband's beach house. You go, Rosie girl. He was a total t*** anyway, so cheap hollow core doors here we come. Her other dog is....well....a closet dog. No, he's not gay...he just lives in her closet with her clothes, and doesn't like to come out. Except to go outside--when it suits him. The rest of the time....well, you get the picture... which explains his name. Rat Bastard. I kid you not. The first time I heard my friend yell "Rat Bastard", I thought her ex had just driven up. Finally out of her closet slunk this smelly old thing, Rat Bastard. I jumped in a chair and lifted up my legs so he couldn't rub up against me and I like dogs. Just not this one.
The deal breaker for me with anything is if it smells. If it stinks, see ya. Wiggles and Sis can get a little doggy from time to time but I'm talking seriously stinky here....bad stinky. I don't get it with people whose animals smell....Hello.....got a sinus infection, do ya? Your olfactory not workin'?? There's just not enough dog shampoo in the world for that.
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