Chopper is a pit/lab mix. I worried just a little bit. Husband told me how nice the dog was, but . . . you know . . . we've all heard the stories about pits.
And his name. Chopper.
Oh. It's chopper as in motorcycle (note his Harley-Davidson collar), not as in chomper [of small animals, of other dogs].
On his first visit, he was intimidated by Angus poodle,
a sociable little guy who followed him around saying, "Let's be Friends!
See the blur of Chopper's feet as he hurries away from the small black moplike creature?
During that first visit, Chopper often wore a slightly worried look.
On his second visit, he was a little more comfortable.
Chopper is his daddy's dog, a Man's Dog, so he was perfectly happy to go wherever Husband went, do whatever Husband was doing.
Even in the early morning when I was up and doing and Husband was, as yet, doing nothing.
Chopper is a medium-sized dog who believes that he is small. He likes to cuddle, especially after supper, and "potty." Then it's time to settle in for the evening on a lap.
Chopper is exceedingly well-trained, wants to do whatever a human tells him to do.
"Just tell me what you want. Please! Let me do something to make you happy. Please!"
Very smart, this boy.
What a sweetheart.
Between us, mushy ol' Husband and sappy ol' I could ruin this dog's good behavior in a week. The Rule would go right out the window and I'd be vying with Husband for Chopper's love and companionship. It's probably good he only comes for visits.
I wonder when his parents are going away again...