Hello everyone! Each week I post pictures of dogs because I personally think dogs are the most adorable critters ever. One of my posts showed that they now find dogs have been domesticated and lived side by side with humans into prehistoric times, at least 20,000 years. I know I am a writer and this site is already pretty eclectic, so if you like this dog feature or not, I would appreciate a brief comment. Just know that I will probably keep doing it anyway, because they are dogs… I start this one off with a picture of my own three critters, and move on from there.
From the left – Heidi, our 14 year old Papillon; Peanut, our six year old Pekingnese; and Barclay, our two year old Shit-zu. Heidi was all by herself and did not like the two boys being added. She is like the spinster female college professor. Very smart, but does not like rough housing or foolishness. She has the softest hair of any dog, or any animal, I have ever felt. It is like silk. Unfortunately, she sheds clumps of it year round. If she sits on you your outfit will be covered with hair. She does not like to play with other dogs or have them next to her. My son calls her aptly, “The Fun Police”
Peanut is very smart as well, but has lived in several homes before we got him, so he picked up some odd habits. He loves playing with his brother Barclay. However, he thinks somewhat highly of himself and will snort at you if you pick him up or do something he does not want. His other trait of note is that he has a bad gas issue and farts anytime he relaxes or sleeps. For such a small dog, they are quite stinky. So his nickname is “Snort and Fart.”
Barclay is the cutest most lovable and playful animal ever. He has not a mean bone in his body. The hairier he gets the more he looks like a teddy bear or Ewok. It is impossible not to love this dog. Barclay though was also a rescue dog from the pound. We wondered why a full blood shit-zu was available. He may have been the runt of the litter or had problems, because to be truthful, he is also the stupidest dog we have ever had. It took him six months for him to recognize his own name. While he gets sophisticated a bit with playing games, he is almost un-trainable. If you discipline him, he just laughs and doesn’t comprehend. But since he likes to use blankets to make forts and play, his nickname is “Blanky Boy.”
Michael Bradley - Time Traveler 