Is it weird
that i consider my dog Gus as a sibling? My ginger haired, knock kneed, big eared, bushy tailed brother from another mother. He was the weirdest, funniest, friendliest dog ever, I loved the way he used to randomly run round the house going mental and sliding about on the wood, the way he used to want to put on clothes (he was very gay), the way he he used to jump in the hot washing out of the drier, if we said 'tradition' he used to jump on the bed to be hugged, his paws smelt of popcorn, he used to whine and run into the front door whenever we said car ride or walkies, he was better at playing soccer the me and Shea my sis, he loved digging in sand til he got to the cool damp part and the he layed down in it, the way he would run from cats but would take on any dog, his arch enemy was the Liam the postman, he used to sit on the back of the couch like a cat, he would run away and come back very smelly and guilty, he was terrified of fireworks and used to hide in my wardrobe, he would howl if you started sing, he loved baths, he used to love sitting at the table, he would always steal the warm seat, he used to chase torch light, he would pee on anything in the backyard including stuff in the garage, if we told him he 'had to stay home' he would stand at the end of the hallway looking sad (we called it the RSPCA face), he knew what later meant, noone was allowed to touch his black nails and they used to drive everyone crazy tapping on the wood, he would always bark at the doorbell even if he saw you pushing it, he hated being tickled, loved playfighting, loved icecream and milk.......and knew if i had a glass it would end up being for him, he used to eat grass, chased flies but never caught them, he could get anything off mum...including fillet steak, he was scared of a piece of loose skirting near the oven, he never got angry and put up with so much from me and shea.He was the perfect little brother. He died last year from a bone disease and yes i mourned him more than i have for any other relative.
(gempeow, Sun 28 Dec 2008, 7:58, 2 replies)

Bro
My 'brother' was called Amos. I lost him last year.

Your story reminds me so much of my brother - thanks.

Merry Christmas
(Dirtyleeds, Sun 28 Dec 2008, 8:23, closed)

Why?
Why do paws smell like popcorn?! Ballunatic's pup has the same odour feets.
(Mrs Ballunatic counting calories, not votes., Tue 30 Dec 2008, 17:06, closed)