Bertie is comedic in her appearance. The ceaseless skin folds and clumsiness of her puppyhood are almost more than a person can handle. At times, her face is so wrinkled up that she can't even see. And her big ears throw off her equilibrium so that she is forever falling over herself.
Then, there's Gladys. She's getting droopier and droopier as she gets older. Yet, somehow she retains a regality that the other two canines have yet to muster. Gladys' humor is in her timidity. She is the biggest 100+ pound oaf around. If we have company over, she darts from corner to corner with her tail between her legs, hoping that no one saw her move. When she knows she's been spotted, she uses her surroundings to "camouflage" herself. I use the term loosely because, how well can a couch cushion, a small plant, or a curtain panel really disguise such a monstrosity?
I haven't seen Gladys all afternoon. We have the most obnoxiously long and dark hallway in our house, and she's been sacked out for hours in the quiet and dark.
Thank you, Brian, for most of these shots, but especially for this one. Oh, Vito, your teeth are so sweet. He looks like a hamster. Vito is a college dog. You know, the one where the guy gets the dog on a whim, never giving a thought to how he'll train it, keep it, or feed it. Captain Vito (as Brian has affectionately dubbed him) is this sort of soveneir from the old college days. I must say, though, he does have staying power. He even got a shout out in our wedding. One of the reasons that Brian fell in love with me (probably the biggest reason, if we're honest with ourselves) is because I let Vito stay in the house. Not only do I let this pup stay in the house, but he sleeps in our bed with us and roams the house freely throughout each day. Vito is particular. He, like Brian, is not a morning person. He prefers to sleep in, and then to slowly get his day going. He lounges all day, enjoys short bouts in the sunshine, and then he goes and lays by our bedroom door at about 9:00PM, until we open it for him. And the worst/best part? Brian swears that he's gonna stuff him when he kicks it. Oh, and he insists that he and Vito have the same birthday. It's ridiculous. But, it's why I love them.