My dog is the Original Dog.
He was a dog before there were dogs, and he will be the
Last Dog Standing.
My dog, before he lost his foot, was the Frisbee-est catchin' dog there ever was. He was a leaper; over a five foot fence in a single bound to get the ball or stick. But this is not a sad story about Schneider's defliction. He is, simply,
the Original Dog.
He alone invented Dogness, and, truth be known, he has hosted semiars to teach other dogs how to be a Dog. His original Dogness is instictive and primal, natural and forthcoming, honest and real.
The thing about Schneider is...he is a dyed-in-the-wool, honest-to-God, no-holds-barred, rootin'-tootin', son-of-a-gun of a heck of a Dog. And he is comfortable with that, to the point where people, who may not be "dog people", catch the vibe of his Original Dogness, and become enamored with him in short order because, honestly, what else one can do when one encounters the
Original Dog?
6 comments:
Delta snow is dirty!
You a pfunny man, very pfunny man. Cheers to you and THE dog!!
aaaah...schneider....with the very soft ears begging to be stroked :}
we paws for this brief
commercial messando:
...he doesn't always drink water, but when he does he prefers drinking it out of the toilet. he's...
...the Original Dog.
we now return you to your regularly-scheduled programming ☺
You most certainly have the "luck of the dog"
Seems to me he is wondering why the heck he is in the snow when the house is so much warmer and drier
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