Sunny and Me
How many of you would guess I have, arguably, the world’s cutest dog? His name is Sunny. He is a Bichon Frise. We got him when he was a pup. His grandfather won best-of-something at the Westminster Dog Show several years ago. He weighs all of 12 pounds, sopping wet. He is the most intelligent dog I’ve ever been around. And I’ve been around dogs my whole life. This is the first small dog I’ve ever had. I grew up with big dogs. This one I can carry in one arm. He doesn’t shed. He doesn’t smell. He only rarely barks, though he is very expressive with all sorts of little sounds. He can: shake, high-five, sit, lie down, stay, come, fetch, and roll over, and over, and over. His record is fifteen in a row. He "goes" on command, morning and evening. He was a challenge to house train, but my wife, the absolute queen of positive reinforcement training, won the day. OK, there. Now you know one of my secrets. I have a wimpy dog. What can I say? I’m just a big softie ok?