Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Back in Puerto Rico

Stepped off the plane last night, and felt like I was stepping into a swamp. Same humidity, same nasty moldy smell..... blah. Seven months and I'll be back in the states.

Anyways, I'm back. But not only do I have fond memories of vacation, I also have pictures!

Heh. Oh, you just knew they were going to come out eventually, didn't you? Everybody, meet Bo.


Bo is an old mutt, kinda creaky in the joints, but a good old dog none the less. He's a pitt bull mix who loves attention. I couldn't sit down at the in-law's house without Bo coming up to get scratched behind the ears. He's my kinda dog. Big, happy, and lovable. Probably about sixty to seventy pounds of big lovable hound.

Not only does Bo love to be scratched behind the ears, he loves to play. Although he can't run very well these days, he still loves to chase things down. He loves to rough house, and he'll flop down on your lap if you give him the chance. But the game he loves the most is what my brother-in-law likes to call "Let's swing Bo around the kitchen by his teeth".

It's played like this. You get Bo as excited as you can. You can tell when that point is reached because Bo will tell you. Literally. He'll vocalize this "Haaaa! Haaaaa! Haaaa!" sound. At that point, you reach down and grab his canine teeth with your fingers. With your hands in his mouth and your fingers securely wrapped around his teeth, you then begin to shake his head up, down, side to side, and once you're sure you have a good grip you start swinging him around on the tile floor.

It looks like this:


Of course, the smaller yappy things all want to get into the action, but any real man will ignore them and continue to play with the real dog.



Can you tell that I like big dogs? Yeah.

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