Gone But Not Forgotten

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Now, on to important things like the Furbabies.  We are now at 5, yes that is FIVE canine furbabies.  Don't think I've added pictures of the boys, so here we go.  Better start with the patriarch and that would be Mr. Pugsley.  He is *supposedly* Pitbull but I'm thinking American Bulldog and god knows what :)  His mother looked part hassock, part yellow lab and maybe part Pitbull.  She looked 100% like a candidate for Weight Watchers :)  Not to be outdone by the girls, Mr. Pugsley also plays dress up.  Personally, I call him Cream Puff.  He's a grumpy old man but he knows who mom is and totally wilts if I holler at him for snapping air when one of the other dogs bug him.  HOWEVER, he did make the mistake once of snapping at Cali and she knocked him through a doorway and would have torn him a new one only she glanced up and saw me looking at her.  Now he makes sure he doesn't snap air next to her.  Tuff-E doesn't like him because he snapped at her.  She won't let him in the bedroom and lays in the doorway so he can't get in.  Totally funny.  Minnie Mouse is in love with him and wants him to play.  He's too grouchy but she keeps trying.

The other one of our boys is our youngest pit, Tyson.  Tyson is built like a brick shit house and he has SWAGGER.  Not swagger, SWAGGER!  He struts his stuff.  He's 6 years old now and still looks like a total puppy.  Mr. Pugsley is his dad and his mother, Cleo, is a Staffordshire Bull Terrier and one onery baggage!  Tyson likes to bring gifts.  Oh, things like 6' long limbs from trees.  Or a small tree stump.  Just any *little* thing he can figure out to carry home.  And he LOVES to ride in the trucks.  He never met a truck he didn't like.  His favorite destination is "there."  He knows when he is getting "there" and starts singing.  Well, squealing would be a better description.  A couple of octaves higher than breaking glass!  He also likes to "borrow" Minnie Mouse's toys.  I have a video of them playing.  Quite hysterical and I am going to have to figure out how to load it onto this computer and onto this blog.  So, here's a picture of him all dressed up, yep, he plays dress up too, in his custom, one of a kind, made only for him and his swagger, Billabong hoodie!  Doncha all wish you were him :)

Now, just so we're up to date, and just to vanquish that stupidity put out about pitbulls and you can't have two males together or you can't have two females together or you can't bring new pits into a household.  Here's a picture of the four pitkids.  You'll have to look carefully because, well, unlike Vinny, they "blend." :)

Well, as usual, I am computer challenged. Haven't the faintest how the poster ended up on here too but it says it all.  So, just so there is no confusion.  This is my "OMG, the fools marked the wrong price" hand tied Oriental rug on which the Pitkids are laying.  Facing us is Cali.  To her immediate left is Mr. Pugsley.  Mr. Pugsley is laying on Tuff-E.  And up in the corner is Tyson.  He is sulking.  He went into the laundryroom and "demanded" a cookie and didn't get one.  So he came out to the livingroom and PLOPPED on the carpet turning his back on his compatriots AND on us. He was angry!  Whatta cutey!  And, yes, he did get his cookie but he had to wait a bit.