Nothing like having your photo taken while you're laying on the couch with the drapes wrapped around you. Huh?
Allow me to introduce you to my boy Beezer....if this were a personal column, I'd say....he's around 9 1/2 yrs old, starting to gray about the face, suffering the heartbreak of fatty tumors....his likes are: short walks (those arthritic hips aren't what they used to be), snacks (Jumbones are my favorite), sleeping on the sofa (especially with my head in my Dad's lap) & greeting people with a stuffed toy in my mouth. No, really. Dislikes: going out into the backyard (I like the front yard a LOT more), the same old thing for dinner & having my wrestling match with either Dad or my brother Midnight interrupted by that girl dog Jazz! Grrrr!
So, ya know...if you know any half Lab-half Golden Retriever females that are 7+ years old that are looking for a good time....give my man a call. I was first introduced to Beezer back in the summer of '99, when I began dating my wife Kim. Beezer has a pretty good life story. He originally belonged to Kim's sister-in-law, and apparently one day Kim gets a call from the local police department. It seems that Beezer had been picked up on the equivalent of a lewd & lasivicous conduct charge with another dog in the neighborhood (for shame!) and since his owners couldn't be located, they had Kim as a contact number. After that brush with the law, his owners....um.....disowned him and Kim took him in. So when Kim and I began to date, here comes this approximately 100 lb dog bouncing up to me and I'm told his name is Beezer---you know, after the hockey goalie. Talk about karma. So we pretty much immediately established a bond with one another. I wasn't sure if Kim and I were longterm...but I was positive that Beezer and I were. He pretty much is called "Beezer" now only when he's in trouble....naturally his name has evolved into nicknames and his is "Beedly". He really is, as I call him....my "sweet prince". He's just about the sweetest dog I've ever known....wouldn't hurt a fly even if he could. He's our oldest dog....and the years show on his face and in his movements these days, but he holds a special place in my heart. When I was seperated from my ex-wife (#2 smarty!), I also left our dog Misty...and truthfully I missed her terribly. When I met Kim and she introduced me to Beezer....he took hold of my heart just as much as Kim and her two kids did. I sure do love my Beedly.
Later,
Jeff
Allow me to introduce you to my boy Beezer....if this were a personal column, I'd say....he's around 9 1/2 yrs old, starting to gray about the face, suffering the heartbreak of fatty tumors....his likes are: short walks (those arthritic hips aren't what they used to be), snacks (Jumbones are my favorite), sleeping on the sofa (especially with my head in my Dad's lap) & greeting people with a stuffed toy in my mouth. No, really. Dislikes: going out into the backyard (I like the front yard a LOT more), the same old thing for dinner & having my wrestling match with either Dad or my brother Midnight interrupted by that girl dog Jazz! Grrrr!
So, ya know...if you know any half Lab-half Golden Retriever females that are 7+ years old that are looking for a good time....give my man a call. I was first introduced to Beezer back in the summer of '99, when I began dating my wife Kim. Beezer has a pretty good life story. He originally belonged to Kim's sister-in-law, and apparently one day Kim gets a call from the local police department. It seems that Beezer had been picked up on the equivalent of a lewd & lasivicous conduct charge with another dog in the neighborhood (for shame!) and since his owners couldn't be located, they had Kim as a contact number. After that brush with the law, his owners....um.....disowned him and Kim took him in. So when Kim and I began to date, here comes this approximately 100 lb dog bouncing up to me and I'm told his name is Beezer---you know, after the hockey goalie. Talk about karma. So we pretty much immediately established a bond with one another. I wasn't sure if Kim and I were longterm...but I was positive that Beezer and I were. He pretty much is called "Beezer" now only when he's in trouble....naturally his name has evolved into nicknames and his is "Beedly". He really is, as I call him....my "sweet prince". He's just about the sweetest dog I've ever known....wouldn't hurt a fly even if he could. He's our oldest dog....and the years show on his face and in his movements these days, but he holds a special place in my heart. When I was seperated from my ex-wife (#2 smarty!), I also left our dog Misty...and truthfully I missed her terribly. When I met Kim and she introduced me to Beezer....he took hold of my heart just as much as Kim and her two kids did. I sure do love my Beedly.
Later,
Jeff
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