Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Bachman

It has been brought to my attention that although I mention the Bachman in my profile, I haven't introduced him yet. While I type, the Bachman is curled up at my feet, squeezing his 80 pound body underneath the desk. Bacchus (aka, the Bachman) is my dog. Well, our dog. I do have to share him with Hot Husband. The Bachman is our 3 year old, inbred, slightly special, super happy and always pumped Chesapeake Bay Retriever. He is the best free thing I ever got. Because he was inbred he is genetically imperfect, but I think his underbite and turned out feet give him so much character. Although he often pees in the house when guests arrive because he is so excited and likes to roll in any stinky thing he can find in the yard, I think he is perfect. He's ornary and pushy but his big brown eyes are eyes of innocence. He loves to play fetch, and will actually put the ball right into my hand when he comes back. Lately, he loves to play with, then eat, bugs. I look forward to the days in Texas when I have to pull a snake or a scorpion out of his mouth before he swallows.

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