The Furtwangler has gained a couple of pounds and seems to be reveling in the Michigan winters. Little exercise, good treats, and a doting family have, shall we say, greatly enhanced the Weighty Weenus's neck fluff. Fluff being another word for "blubber." Our thickset little terror has perfected his begging skills. Now, the corpulent cur has learned a new trick to effectively solicit the most savory treats: he stands on his hind legs, his meaty midsection anchoring his stance, and looks up with mooning, sorrowful, hungry eyes. At least, that's how I interpret The Look. How did he become such a tubby tail-wagger? Watch this video.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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