 Brutus |
Brutus was born 1/7/96, and I had no intention of getting another dog. But strange things happen. I was in the pet store buying food, and the manager told me to come look at this little Dachshund, which had just arrived. He was the cutest thing in the world, and of course she handed him to me, and he fell asleep in my hand. Well I didn’t want to wake him, so I talked to the manager for a while. She informed me that his papers listed his mothers’ name as Rebecca, which was a little coincidental, and then she offered me a big discount if I would take him, I had no choice. This little guy has more personality than all my dogs rolled up into one. I could write a book about all the funny, annoying, silly and loving things that he does. He’s stubborn as heck and not afraid of anything. God forbid the gate is left open and a dog from the neighborhood comes by; Brutus runs as fast as those little legs will carry him and then launches himself at the other dogs’ neck. He hasn’t actually hurt a dog eventhough he has come away with a mouthful of hair a couple of times. My nickname for Brutus, I can’t repeat, and his favorite thing is either sunbathing or chasing Prairie dogs. |