Well, not *ME*. I’m not lonesome, but you might be! And if you are, consider helping out a friend, who is trying to complete her Masters Thesis, by completing this online study here. She needs English speaking people who are over the age of 25 and reside in North America, and spend a significant amount of time by themselves, to participate. That link again is timealoneresearch.com
But we’re not lonely at 3WAAW. In fact, we are a veritable whirlwind of sociability. Why just last night we went to a Poodle Party at the House O’Poo.
And since their mum and dad like their poodles better than I like my border collies, they threw them a party. 17 dogs came to celebrate (and most of them seemed to be mine).
It was Dexter’s first experience with a Poodle Party. He was very well behaved in that he did not fight with anyone, not even intact male puppies, which would include both Jack Sparrow Birthday Poo and Wallace The Red.
But he was ILL behaved in that he jumped on every single human party guest, be they standing or sitting or eating or drinking, and he also made himself at home on the coffee table … MORE THAN ONCE! It was a bit embarrassing … he was like a little kid on a sugar high.
A veteran of house parties, at the ripe old age of 4 years, Mr. Tricky Woo was nonplussed.
Umm … Food Lady? That’s not Woo. THIS is Woo.
Right you are, observant reader! That was not Woo at all. That was WOOTWO, or as he is known in this house, TWooie.
Can you see the resemblance??
TWooie ended up in a shelter in the same area from whence Wootie sprang forth. He is the exact same age as Woo. He is the same alleged breed mix as Woo (Aussie X Sheltie). And like Mr. Woo, he is F.A.T.
So when my friend Shannon posted his photo on Facebook, the hamster wheel in my brain started turning frantically. And when I found out my friend Melanie happened to be flying down to the Lower Mainland yesterday and could tack TWooie onto her flight for a nominal sum, all the pieces fell into place just like that. And yesterday morning we headed off to YVR and brought home Wootie’s present.
TWooie is the same size as Wootie and shares some remarkable characteristics. First of all, TWooie both moans and barkscreams. Secondly, he’s the only other dog I’ve met who can move his nose independently of the rest of his face. Third, he has daintly little feet under a chubby barrel-chest body. He sits even sits like a bunny!
TWooie is much more Aussie looking than Wootie is, with a broader head and shorter nose. And he didn’t quite get The Flamboyance™ … he only got half a dose, which we have been calling The Flambe™
And the funniest thing about TWooie is that he hates all my dogs … except for Woo. He rather likes Woo.
So is he really Wootie’s brother? Who knows. I like to think he is, he reminds me SO MUCH of Tricky Woo. And there must be a reason the universe pointed him out to me, don’t you think?
Tweed is most unhappy with the new addition. He says the very last thing this household needs is a second Woo.
Are we about to become Three Woofs And A Woo Two?
I dunno. It would very stupid of me to add another dog to the household, given I can’t even really afford the ones I’ve already got, and Dexter is that age where he feels like 4 dogs all by himself.
He’s asleep right now with his chin on my toes. I ♥ TWooie!