My pack is the Rodmans. Actually, right now, my pack is just the Rodman. My littermate Bridget went off to college.
I am not a big fan of higher education. Now, my Alpha is Bridget’s dad, Adam. And that's my cousin Sacha on the other side of him.
Alpha and I don’t quite see eye to eye on a few important topics: He thinks couches are for sitting or napping. What about chewing? Dragging cushions to the floor? I mean, come on!
We’re having a similar discussion about DVDs and books.
Anyway… One of my extended littermates, Aunt Anne, I guess my Alpha’s, brother’s wife, isn’t feeling so good, and she is like the number one dog person in the world – not to mention my cousin Simeon – who is a very cool and goofy guy.
So, since Aunt Anne can’t really get out and about, I thought I would give her the 411 on what’s going on – you know – sort of her eyes and snout.
You’ve seen my house; here’s the park where I hang out every morning – Alpha is good about that, even if he’s not so hot on books, and couches, and DVDs.
These are my pals.
My two best buds weren’t here when I took these pix. Linus (a black and white Great Dane – we call him giraffe-boy) and Levi (a goofy Irish Wolfhound who loves to wrestle with me – he’s big, but I manage to hold my own). Oh, yeah, and Jasper. The Sheparoo. He likes to pounce -- sort of a cross between a German Shepherd and a kangaroo.
He’s a German Shepherd, like my pal Nelson – he’s not here any more – but that’s another story for another day.
Anyway, that’s it for today. More tomorrow.