This picture makes me want to call this dog Lovey, even though his real name is Snappy aka Tiny aka Poodleman aka Scrappy aka… on and on. I think (but am no longer positive) that his real name is Liversnap. He has more nicknames that anyone I know.
He and I have been at odds for a while because he tried to bite The Little Dog in the face while she was trying to die. I was mad at him, but we made up yesterday. How? By doing what he is doing in the picture. Being the Poodleman.
Yesterday, he tried to roll on a dead bird on Rockaway Beach. I had to thunder across the sand like a bull elephant to stop him. He looked at me like “What? I need some dead bird perfume. Eau du rotting flesh rolled lightly upon my fair fur.” Poodleman’s attempted dead bird rolling reminded me of the last time I walked my other favorite pooch Ziggy aka Zigman aka Zigmeister. Ziggy found some ivy to roll on. I was laughing away at how cute he was until he rolled so hard he flung some runny cat poo on me. Yup. It was hidden in the ivy. Lesson learned: Beware of the rolling wants of small dogs. It is never a good thing.