I have received this nice award from several of my friends. It reminds me of how wonderful DWB is and how great it is to have so many pals. I am going to pass it along to five of my buddies (since some of my most bestest friends already got this award, I am going to give it to new dogs).
Bajas and Virus and Poirot who live far away in a place called Norway and always make me smile.
Luna and Wild Dingo (Luna has pantyloons and Wild Dingo is just a doofus)
My newest friend, Twinkie, who, well, you'll just have to visit.
Bobo and Meija who are sharpie dogs with fantastic snooters.
And Moose who is kind of cool for a labradork.
I am most thankful today for all my friends and for my wonderful estate and my momma and master and sometimes even stupid peewee.
I will share with you how our family came to be.
My Beautiful Raja was two years old and my Grandpa Angus was twelve and even though momma and master have something called a "two dog limit" they thought that Raja needed a friend because Angus was "starting to fade."
They almost got a puppy from the same place that they got Raja. The breeder lady had a puppy and was going to be in Master Chew Sits for a show and offered to bring the puppy along. But then she told Momma and Master that they would have to meet her at a truck stop on the highway to get the pup even though we live right off the highway and the breeder lady got all huffy when they told her that we would have to bring the puppy home and see if he liked Raja and Angus and how dare they question the quality of the pup and Momma and Master hung up the phone and said, "No way we are going to bring home a pup sight unseen with no concern about our household."
So they started going to doggie shows and they met my family at one. They were impressed by how happy all the mastiffs from that kennel were and my dumb brother Floyd was in a puppy contest. They fell in love with him and found out that there was one just like him back home and drove out to meet me. Well, of course they fell in love with me, especially when I got stuck in the water bucket. And the next week they brought me home.
Here is a rare photo of my puppy self with Grandpa Angus and Beautiful Raja. As you can see, even as a youngster I was quite good at meditations.
And of course totally the most handsomest puppy EVER! Right?
For any doggie who wonders, I was ten weeks old and weighed forty pounds when I came home... just a wee thing.
Sadly, my Grandpa Angus crossed over the bridge just a few months after I came home, so I didn't get to know him too well, but I adored my Beautiful Raja.
She was kind of lukewarm over my puppy self. You can see her making grouchy face at me here, but nevertheless I always wanted to be as close to her as possible.
Raja had bad sickies which caused her pain and that was why she was grouchy, but I was determined to melt her heart.
I was happy just to be touching her. Who wouldn't be?
Before I was even one year old, Beautiful Raja crossed over the bridge. This caused lots of leaking because she was so young, especially from me because now I was all alone.
I became quite despondent and would not run or play, but mostly lay about pining away.
Momma and Master adopted a little girl Airedale. She was six years old and at first we got along OK, but as time went by, she got meaner and meaner and pretty soon I was afraid to be in the same room with her and she had to go away.
So Momma said "we will find a puppy for you." She started haunting the dog shows again looking for a puppy that was "smart, athletic, and easy going." Sounds like a mastiff, right?
Naturally I was pretty juiced when she announced that she had found the "perfect puppy" as I was envisioning a baby Raja. She said she had found a breeder with happy dogs and that she had told the breeder all about me and how I would need a very special kind of pal and the breeder agreed that if we waited a few months she would have just the right pup.
So imagine my horror when THIS came home.
I was NOT pleased! I did my best to terrorize the little pest, but he retained a goofy, happy demeanor despite my best efforts.
You can bet there were plenty of SQUEEEEE sounds early on.
But that PeeWee had (I have to admit) a way about him. I mean he was respectful of me when I showed him my toofers, but he was kind of sassy and fun to play with.
Sometimes I even miss those puppy days because PeeWee is not nearly as intimidated by me as he used to be.
Actually, we get along great as long as he doesn't try to snuggle or get too close to me when I am meditating or getting special mastiff love from Momma.
And when he acts like a doofus I just ignore it.
Sometimes Momma talks about getting another puppy, but I always remind her that I am her special momma's dog and feeling a bit tired and stiff at times and can't really have some cracker dog all jumping around in my space.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. If you want PeeWee's version, you can read it here. Don't believe everything you read, though.
