Hmm, I have many of stories of my dogs that I could tell from over the years, and I have written some already on Cookie (Jack Russell - very OCD dog -hyper), my dog now, and then of course on my "sweet Brownie boy;" a three-legged yellow lab - the best childhood pet anyone could have wished for in this life. But since I have already written or commented on those two pets, I thought about when my now husband, back in the day, new boyfriend, had just met, I was reminded of one of our little pets, who was a little mutt, but more so a cockapoo, who thought he was so fierce. Anyway, back in the day of being 17 years old, and my first and only boyfriend in this life to be, met, for some reason my boyfriend would bring his friend along to come visit at my house? We were both quite shy then, so he may have felt better about bringing his friend along for his insecurities as we were just getting to know each other as friends. Well, my dog, Cubby (don't ask me about the strange name, but that is what one of my siblings came up with) did not like the friend at all to say the least! Cubby was fine with my now hubbie, but boy when that other friend came along, Cubby would just go and run straight to his pants leg and try to eat him alive. However, this friend was a big guy, and little Cubby-Joe, yes, we added the Joe - crazy kids' names - did not make a dent in the big guy friend, but with the consistent barking and growling, FINALLY, the friend no longer cared to come by with my now hubbie - PRAISE THE LORD - as we could begin the real relationship and kissing under that shade tree. I think his friend may have wanted to be my boyfriend too, now that I think of it this day. Ha. So, thanks to little Cubby-Joe (LOL), for running off the other friend, otherwise, my husand and I may not be celebrating our 34th wedding anniversary tomorrow.