Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I miss my dog

This is my (well, now my parents' as I will no longer live there upon our return to the states) dog Bear, who -- aside from the fact he sometimes runs off longer than is necessary-- is pretty much the best dog ever. And the cutest! I hope that one day Maurice and I can have a dog even half as sweet and friendly and slightly more loyal than Bear.








Is it any wonder we wanted him when we saw this picture on the rescue website?? Seriously! How was he the last to go in the litter?!!























Playing with one of his friends. A bit bigger now than in the last picture.















Bear playing with his cousin Agate.















Sigh... there just aren't enough properly sized dogs in this country. Everyone has little ones that fit in baskets and make nasty high pitched sounds. I just miss petting a big furry head and scratching fluffy ears and getting that look that only an animal of the canine variety can give you. One day, we'll have a dog sized dog.

Okay, that's the end of this pointless entry. Next time, maybe something with a little more substence.

4 Comments:

At 8:37 PM, Blogger Maurice said...

What's going on, love?? This blog still doesn't have any Pleistocene pilose pachyderms!
Better get on it...
(smirk)

 
At 1:28 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes...small sized "dogs" are pretty annoying...

Julie says her name now!!
"dewey"
sometimes even with an actual 'j' sound at the beginning...

heh...and she's decided to start calling grandma vi just "Vi"...

thought I'd give you the update here, since you're not online...

 
At 7:39 PM, Blogger Amanda said...

"Pleistocene pilose pachyderms." Good one. How long did it take you to piece that together? Nerd. So you desire some mammothy goodness added here, eh? Mayhaps I'll start on that in the near future. :)

Britt, feel free to comment here any time. Glad to hear Julie's finally managed to get her mouth around her name. She's learning so fast.

 
At 3:43 PM, Blogger Brandon said...

But I thought that you got to go home every night and pet a big (it is rather oversized) furry (although not so much on the face) head, and scratch the fluffy (well they look fluffy) ears of your husband. And then he gives you that look that only an animal of the male variety can give you.

 

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