by Guest Blogger, Burt
Mom got it when she spent some months with Aunt Seester and Uncle Jeremiah and their two crazy Airedales, Lizzie and Gus — the insane doggie duo. Lizzie has an Arf-overbite that she likes to attack you with in the morning when she’s wound up. She snarfs your head. Snarf? Yep. It’s like she’s eating an ear of corn; she takes tiny non-bites against your head and the back of your neck. I swear she’s chuckling the whole time she’s doing it, which makes it very hard not to completely lose it with laughter.
Gus is a big palooka of a dog. He thinks he’s the size of a toy poodle the way he jumps around and leans against you. At eighty-five pounds, that self-image couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Mom fell in love with the two psycho dogs, and got a big case of puppy-itis. When she returned to Pittsburgh, she kept bugging Dad about getting a puppy: “Can we get a puppy? (Dream dog: Giant Schnauzer) He would calmly answer: “Next year.” Then January came and Dad pulled a quick move and continued saying, “Next year.” Mom caved to Dad’s ultimately realistic nature and acknowledged that a puppy right now would be impractical.
But Mom and I both miss Lizzie and Gus so much.
That’s when my adventures came in. Please like us on Facebook, we’re more fun than a hedgehog that someone holds in their hand. Really!
I’m only 6” head to tail. I have floppy paws and a tail that lists to one side; a big schnauzer beard hides my face and I have bent ears, with one that refuses to stand up straight.
I came off the bench (okay, the bookshelf in Mom’s office) in April, and as a puppy, I’m stellar.
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Read: Lizzie the Airedale