Grammie thought that I needed someone to play with besides Pappy. She had this goofy idea that I was lonely. I had Clara. She would play maybe once a week. I had my window to look out and I was able to bark at all who dared enter my field of vision. That crazy old woman went to the Humane Society one day and brought home this guy. (Foley) He is a nice enough fellow, but wants to play less than Clara. I don't think he has ever barked. He has never chased a stuffy and he is always trying to smell my backside. He spends most of this time on the big bed. He only gets excited when Grammie comes home.
If that wasn't enough that goofy woman went back to the Humane Society a year later and came home with this gentleman. (Dawson) He will chase stuffies down the entry way with me. He does like to play, but doesn't understand my crazed terrier attack mode. ( I will have to get a picture of that one of these days.) Mostly though he likes to chew on himself. I do feel sorry for the guy though as he is getting senile. He forgets a lot. He has to be retaught how to go out the dog door every few weeks. He is very much like that old cartoon character Mr. Magoo. (If Grammie had a clue how to work this computer she would have put a picture of Mr. Magoo up.) Wally might say that he is a perfect match to Ethel.
Now I know some of you pups are going to have a hard time believing this next segment. Someone dropped off this orange fur ball at our house one day. Grammie named him Edgar after her favorite Seattle Mariner. He is smarter than the other two by many IQ points. He taught himself how to go out the dog door. He loves to play. He lets me chase him all over the yard and up the fence. Who would have known that the best play mate would have been of another species!
That pretty much sums up our house. Luckily for me our town has a limit of 3 dogs per household. I am not sure about the other species.