3/30/05---I'm a dog person

So its about time I told you about my other children.  My dogs (and besides that, it leads into another good story that I'll follow it up with) are a major part of my life, and my wife often wonders who the REALLY important someone is in my life.
I make no bones about it (pun NOT intended), and tell her that my boy Midnight is the light of my life.  She seems to handle it well.  So, here's my dog stories:

Dog #1--is Beezer.  He was named after the hockey goalie John Van Biesbrouck, who the fans called "The Beez".  Kim named him before I even came into the picture, and meeting someone who had named a dog after a hockey player was a point in her favor.  We call him The Beez, Beedley Weedley.....ya know, all those goofy "extra" names you give your pets.  He's 108lbs of loveable (yet unquestionably stupid) Golden Retriever//Yellow Labrador mix.  He's our dog with an oral fixtation.
No, really.  Whenever someone comes in the front door, whether its me or someone who's never even been to the house, Beezer runs to get a toy or pillow to carry in his mouth.  No, not to give as a present.  It just makes him feel relaxed I guess.  He really belongs in therapy--in a good way though.
Dog #2 is of course, my Midnight.  He's my boy, what can I say.  I tell everyone he's really my other son.  He's an 80lb Border Collie mix and really incredibly smart.
We call him Midnight, Bubba, Mr Shifty, Sneaky Pete and about a thousand other names.  He's pretty much an endless source of entertainment.  His only fault is a bark that would wake the dead.  So, whenever anyone knocks on the door--the dead awaken around here.  We usually have little "father-son" talks after work, and he sits in the same spot by bed when I get home....."waiting to tell me about his day".
He's a total pistol.  Boy do I love that dog.
Dog #3 is our newest dog....our hurricane rescue.....Jazzy.  We call her Jazzy Doodle, Jazz or...my personal favorite....the White Boned Demon.  She's the type of dog that when you hear something break on the other side of the house, you almost instinctively know that she's somehow involved.  A 70lb Shiba Inu//Corgi mix, she's my little sprinter that you may have read about a couple of articles ago.  As Kim likes to put it---"she TRIES to be a good girl".  And man does she have some ears!
I mean, you could rent condos in those ears their so big.

I've been pretty lucky with dogs over my life.  When I was 10 years old, my parents got me my beautiful Lady, who I had for almost 16 years.  She was my best buddy throughout childhood--which is either really sweet, or slightly pathetic, depending on your point of view I suppose.  My next dog was my recently deceased Misty girl, who I owned with the former Mrs Me # 2 until---well, let's just say she got custody of Misty and looking back at my marriage.....I sure missed that dog.

When Kim and I began seeing each other, I got really attached to the Beez and he basically became my next dog.  I've been pretty lucky with my pooches I suppose.
I'll try and throw some photos of Beez &Midnight when I get a chance.  Up above is a photo of the White Boned Demon herself....

Later,
Jeff.