--- my dear wife who for years resisted any thoughts of a dog, decided all at once some five years ago that " we need a dog" - not just any dog - a designer dog - smart and sturdy and people friendly and most important - DID NOT SHED! - so she went on line and researched and as is her want found the BEST kennel - meaning most expensive - in the northern hemisphere for labradoodles. Hence came Louie. To my mind not a brain surgeon and not the most affectionate dog I'd ever known (it's the poodle in him, said my wife -- poodles are not dogs, said a dog owning friend) but at least a dog. And then a year later the lovely wife decided Louie needed a friend. And so from the same kennel came Napoleon. Certainly more friendly but not any more bright -- or perhaps they were both too bright; I've heard it said that a smart dog is on the same level as a retarded child and both these dogs certainly seemed retarded. And then over a year ago, the lovely wife decided that our son needed his "own" dog. And so we got Mully, a yellow lab, who is brilliant, friendly to a fault, is an eating machine and sheds enough in a week for me to build another dog from the droppings. I've heard it said that dogs are devoted, attentive, loving and faithful - which is why they often become a wife's substitute for her husband. If this is true, I really must be an inattentive, insensitive rogue because my dear wife has decided now she wants to train a dog and so we will have a new puppy in mid-January - a vishlu (sp?) which from the pictures looks like a hairless Afghan hound - which is related to a poodle - and poodles are dogs in name only. Four dogs. The addition of one more means we qualify as a kennel and will need a business license. Needless to say the three we already have use the furniture as their own and I have no reason to feel the forth will be any different. Men indeed do live lives of quiet desperation.
----TDM
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