Eliot
The second twin.
He's just happy and lively. He resembles very much a disco dancer, especially when he plays on his own in the middle of the living room spinning, throwing and catching a toy dozens of times. He doesn't seem to mind the puzzled look of the two others who wonder how a silly toy can be so attractive.
He is also a great kisser and you'd better keep your mouth shut otherwise you'd be French-kissed in the twinkling of an eye !
Every morning or every time we come back from work, he always brings us a present, either it be a shoe, a glove, a sock, a box of matches or anything that can be easily hold. His bed is no longer a bed but a nest in which he stores all his good finds. So anytime we lose something, we just know where to look for it. The garden is more a lab in which he hides our stuff (especially underwears). It 's really cute except when one summer morning, the alarm clock rang ... in the garden ! Fortunately, it was the weekend...
His favourite game as a puppy was to hide under beds, wardrobes or cars (and spent most of his puppihood with a black spine !) so that Elias or Charlie would bark out of despair for not being able to catch him.
His second favourite game (or was it the first ?) was to cover fellow dogs (boys and girls alike of course !) and once or twice, his penis got so swollen that it could not safely go back inside...(pretty painful.) Fortunately, hormonal surges have almost disappeared with time and he has seemed to be happier since and less embarrassed with the demands of mister P !
He's also the bold&brave dog of the pack, he is just never scared...so much as not being bothered when some of his skin is hanging on a barbed wire (unfortunately it did happen several times). I don't know which part of his body has NOT been nursed or stitched by the vet (see the story of The Rescued Eye for example.)
He is curious, clever, loves saying hi to young calves and why not running after them (even when the horned moms AND the huge daddy run after him...)
He is also a great digger and can stay stuck in a field for ages digging (with paws AND teeth) to enlarge a burrow...doesn't care if we are leaving, he knows we are really slow animals that he can catch up with very easily, so why worry ?
He's just happy and lively. He resembles very much a disco dancer, especially when he plays on his own in the middle of the living room spinning, throwing and catching a toy dozens of times. He doesn't seem to mind the puzzled look of the two others who wonder how a silly toy can be so attractive.
He is also a great kisser and you'd better keep your mouth shut otherwise you'd be French-kissed in the twinkling of an eye !
Every morning or every time we come back from work, he always brings us a present, either it be a shoe, a glove, a sock, a box of matches or anything that can be easily hold. His bed is no longer a bed but a nest in which he stores all his good finds. So anytime we lose something, we just know where to look for it. The garden is more a lab in which he hides our stuff (especially underwears). It 's really cute except when one summer morning, the alarm clock rang ... in the garden ! Fortunately, it was the weekend...
His favourite game as a puppy was to hide under beds, wardrobes or cars (and spent most of his puppihood with a black spine !) so that Elias or Charlie would bark out of despair for not being able to catch him.
His second favourite game (or was it the first ?) was to cover fellow dogs (boys and girls alike of course !) and once or twice, his penis got so swollen that it could not safely go back inside...(pretty painful.) Fortunately, hormonal surges have almost disappeared with time and he has seemed to be happier since and less embarrassed with the demands of mister P !
He's also the bold&brave dog of the pack, he is just never scared...so much as not being bothered when some of his skin is hanging on a barbed wire (unfortunately it did happen several times). I don't know which part of his body has NOT been nursed or stitched by the vet (see the story of The Rescued Eye for example.)
He is curious, clever, loves saying hi to young calves and why not running after them (even when the horned moms AND the huge daddy run after him...)
He is also a great digger and can stay stuck in a field for ages digging (with paws AND teeth) to enlarge a burrow...doesn't care if we are leaving, he knows we are really slow animals that he can catch up with very easily, so why worry ?