Yogurt

Almost three years ago I decided that my Boxer mix girl, Patsy (from Eleanor Sonsini Municipal Shelter in Pittsfield, MA) needed a BFF and brought her to Menands to pick one out. Of course she chose the dog that wasn't really house broken. His shelter name was Money, and he had a groin tattoo of a crudely-drawn paw print. I guess Patsy likes those bad boys! They hit it off immediately and are now totally inseparable!

I named him Yoda because of his giant ears and wrinkly little forehead, but now everyone calls him Yogurt. He's quite the handsome gentleman, and has made himself welcome at my fave patio-dining wings place. They don't OFFICIALLY allow dogs so I put his bow tie on and remind him that he has to mind his manners especially well when we eat out. He has completely charmed the waitresses of course. ;) He crate-trained himself after I discovered he was sleeping on a pile of laundry in my armoire while I was at work, and got him his own house.

Yogurt follows Patsy everywhere and loves camping and car rides and sitting on laps. He gives kisses to everyone and will do ANYTHING for a carrot. Guests are amazed at how polite and clean he is, and how soft and scritchable his silly, oversized ears are. He's also very smart. He knows the difference between 'go get your rope!' and 'go get your chewie!' and if you tell him 'go find your sister!' he will go find Patsy and bring her back, which is great since she is almost nine now and doesn't hear so well. He sleeps with his head on my pillow and doesn't snore TOO loud...most of the time!

Here's some pics of the little lovebirds. That's my happy tail! :)

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