It pains me to reveal I had a poodle growing up but it wasn't my dog. It was every bit my mother's dog. Beau once ate a big box of Crayola crayons -- The one with the sharpener on the back. For a couple days he'd shit a pile of multi-colored poop. Years later, on my first business trip to South Beach Miami, I wasn't all that surprised by the similarity of South Beach to Beau's Crayola crap.
Okay, that was a, um, unique Mother's Day wish. Love the photo, though.
ReplyDeleteWe always had Standard poodles, small ones like yours. Standards are the second smartest dog on the planet after border collies, dontchaknow.
-Db