It's hard to believe Littlefoot will be twelve years old in October. From the moment I met him as an abandoned fifteen-month-old puppy, he has been a warm-hearted, cuddly, playful fuzzball. My brother described him once as "all blonde, no brains," and a former boyfriend gifted him with the name "Jiffy Pop Butt."
He's part Chow, part German Shepard, all puppy. He likes to catch soap bubbles, tries to eat bees, loves dissecting squeaky toys and will follow anyone who seems as if they might pet him some time in the next year.
He's got a digestive system that can take the same exact food Bigfoot eats and turn it into fishy breath and weapons-grade farts. He sheds constantly and profusely. Not only does he refuse to allow me to trim his nails, one time at the vet's he came out of anesthesia when the nail clippers touched the first toenail.
He's the only dog I know who watches tv with fierce concentration when there is a dog on the screen. He even reacts to cartoon dogs like Lady & the Tramp or Santa's Little Helper from "The Simpsons."
When I am sad, he's always there to ask for petting, chase a toy, catch bubbles or just lie next to my chair. In fact, he is never far from me.
His sweetness of face is matched only by his sweetness of heart.
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Have you ever posted any photos of the two 'Foots?
Also, my word verification thingy is jitie. That's almost a real word.
Yes, I have. If you click the "Dogs" tag (dogstag, haha), there is at least one set of recent pics of the brats.
And no it's not. :P
JIffypopbutt is mah buddeh!
Sherri, he is so much your buddeh that I thought I was going to have to check your trunk for a stwaway before you left!
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