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Spent a week(jus got back) at my Sis house with this nut. 8 months and 90 lbs. brother in law training him up for Schutzhund IPO at Chatahoochee, Ga. school. This is the biggest 8 month old I have ever seen.
TR was barking last night. Late. One bark every 30 seconds. Lackadaisical. Like it wasn't that important. Bark.........................................Bark...............................................Bark...
This is what he was trying to say:
"Dudes. I know you're asleep. I'm sorry for barking, but...you gotta wake up and handle this. The cat is locked in the laundry room. You know how I feel about the cat. I don't care for the cat, the cat tries to antagonize me all the time, the cats' always busting my balls. I mean, the balls I used to have before you guys had Dr. Taylor cut em off. Okay. So you know how I feel about the cat. Not a real cat fan. But....I know Mama loves the cat. And as disgusting as that prospect is, my loyalty to Mom and Dad and my sense of duty outweighs my indifference toward the cat. So, having said that, can you please wake up and get the cat out of the laundry room so I can get my beauty sleep. Thanks. Sincerely, your dog, TrollPardus Rex."
Never have I had a dog that I had such a love/hate relationship with. Charlie is the best dog I've owned, but also drives me the craziest. Always underfoot...like an energetic child, it's nice sometimes to just see him at rest. Notice that he brought his stuffed giraffe up onto the couch to use as a pillow.
Ooh-Rah,
I wish you all the success....very exciting future for you and your family. Pup looks great...dad looks good.