the american gentleman

Oh dear readers, 

what random bits of knowledge do I have in store for you today?

So many topics, so little patience for typing....

Wait-

What's that?

You want to know about my dogs?

WELL if you insist. 

Two Boston Terriers and a Miniature Schnauzer. Simply put, that is what they are. However as with any pet they are more than their breeds. I'll make this short (haha yeah right) and sweet since you probably couldn't care less- sooooo individual bios- GO!

PRINCESS 

I named her when I was 11 okay!? It was either that or Peaches N' Cream *shudder*

I would like to think my pet naming skills have improved since then. 

She's a grumpy old lady. She's sweet and I love her, don't get me wrong. But she does live up to her prissy name. She pretty much starts a fight with one of our other dogs if they even look at her odd.

Other than that, she really likes treats. However she only gets treats when she comes inside from the yard. So she's gotten to the point where she tries to trick us. For instance, if we let one of the other dogs in and she wasn't even out there with them- she'll still hear them coming and run into the kitchen with them in hopes that maybe we get confused and think she went out too and therefore reward her. 

It doesn't work....most of the time...

SUZIE 

(Suzie in foreground, Clifford in background) 

The little lady boston. She is rather, shall we say, robust. You know, there's "more to love."

And I'll have you know that she is perfectly healthy, and the vet says she's the right size. However her short stature and wide berth make her look like a chunk. She is very shy, but loving. Despite her gentile demeanor, she doen't take getting bossed around lightly- and she can totally beat up Clifford if he's annoying her (AKA being himself.) Oh and she wiggles- not 'her tail wiggles'- she wiggles. 

CLIFFORD

There is no way to simply describe a Clifford, but I'll give it my best shot.  

He's a spazz. But the most entertaining dog you'll ever meet. We actually have a term in our house called "having a Clifford moment." And let's just say that the term is not used for when someone does something intelligent. Random facts: can jump seven feet into the air, will eat anything but jello, always has one designated stuffed animal that is his "baby," is extremely suspicious of reflections in mirrors (and often makes a point of telling them that,) learned what a lake is by accidentally leaping into it assuming it would be solid, likes to stand on his two back legs sometimes to just 'look around,' lept into the air once to bite the end of a roman candle-as it went off, lept off the bed as a puppy to eat a moth in mid air, jumps through tall grass in a mini gizelle fashion, blatantly ignores any animal he sees as to large to beat up, cannot properly smell things without pressing his nose against them, is a professional beggar-as in can blink his eyes slowly to appear sleepy and chatter his teeth on command so you feel bad for him, has an ostrich maneuver where if his head is covered he thinks you can't see him, has been known to run into walls; doors; windows; trees; etc,  feels fancy and prances when wearing a sweater, makes an odd sort of 'screaming' noise if left outside when he wants in, won't trust you if you're wearing a hat, gets into odd spastic fights with his leash, even ran across a field once and lept high into the air- only to immediately bounce off a tall chain link fence he hadn't seen.
There's more, but as usual it seems as though I've written more than enough already...

And there they are, my dogs.
Thanks again for asking, it was ever so nice of you.

Warmest of regards,
Lauren