I knew there was a similarity as soon as Joe walked in from his haircut the other day.
This little guy lives with Selina. We bought him for her for Christmas, years ago, long before we found Joe....
This little guy doesn't, he lives with me, and he's mine, all mine.....
It's his birthday weekend. It's been 8 years since we fetched him home from the Birmingham Dogs Home. He was such an unpredictable little devil, we were wary of lifting him into the car, he didn't know us and we didn't know him, but we did know he had a biting reputation and he was just so scared of life in general.
8 years later, he rules the roost, loves staying at home in his garden and still hates the car. When he first arrived he was faddy, I offered him some rice on the first night and he backed away in total disgust. Now bring it on, he LOVES rice. In fact most things go down, even if they don't stay down there for very long. He loves us to bits, and is so thrilled when any of his sisters come home for the weekend. He is loud and lairy and totally does his own thing. He never learnt any tricks, or rules, and his favourite thing is a snooze on our bed.
I love him....daddy hates him.....he's just perfect...[more or less]
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