Meet Fafner

Fafner is my sister's horse that she pretends is a poodle. He is just a big loveable gangly boy. Full of pep and energy, well at least for those few days in TX when it's not miserably hot. When it is really toasty out he likes to take it easy and lay on his back on the couch, lay in the yard and watch the birds, he loves nap time. Unless of course there is a cockroach or cat around, then all bets are off and the hunter is out, especially if the birds happen to land in his yard, then he's ready to go.

We don't really know what Mary fed him, he started out a normal size, he once fit under the seat in an airplane. Now he can pretty much cover the yard in about 4 big jumps. I'm 5'10" and you'll notice his head almost comes to my waist. Add to that he has springs in his feet and from a standing position in front of the door he can do a vertical jump and practically hit the ceiling. It's pretty amazing, if only he had an opposable thumb we'd be making some serious money off this dog in basketball.

He is by far the best bed cuddler I've ever met. Sophie is good but she is always hyper-aware of what is going on. Phin just doesn't have the knack of it yet, he just wants to play play play. But Fafner, he'll just close his eyes and nod off. Not to mention he'll keep you warm from the tip of your nose to the tip of your toes if you curl up right. I could use him up here this week. (Although I suspect he would curl up under the covers with me, he gets hot at Mary's house but I doubt he'd have that problem here.)

So now you have met the rest of the poodle babies of the family. The only other baby of the family we have is Logan- and he's one of those real babies WITH opposable thumbs, but Sophie and Fafner sure seem to like him, especially now that he is learning to through food on the floor and feed them Cherrios. He's Glenn's grandson and getting to be a big boy himself, not quite as big as Fafner yet, but getting close to passing Sophie in height.

(Size wise, Phin is still growing but he is catching up to Fafner's height, but definately has Sophies, um, girth...it's cold up here...we need that extra insulation, you try staying warm at -50 if you are as skinny as Fafner!)

Meet Sophie

Sophie is Mom and Glenn's pooch. She is the princess of the family and is treated as such. Recently WI has been hammered with heavy snows and, well Sophie, doesn't like getting her dainty feet full of snow, nor does she enjoy having to go out to do her business if the snow is too deep. A certainly understandable protest. So she has a path plowed for her by her manservant Glenn, (he also serves as the waiter, lapservant, and general dogsbody...you get the drift). Pretty much the house has been trained to run under her watchful eyes and paw. Unlike my household where I tell Phin what to do (HA HA HA!)