Re: Explaining the twitches

[Guest guest]

Yes, how about that long sit after having dinner with folks?!

I HATE IT! Always had...I guess that's why I would rather do the dishes.

Colette

[Guest guest]

The last terrier breed I owned was when I was breeding Australian Terriers

back in the late 50's so the breed personalities were no longer fresh in my

mind. With Mr. Biggles it is coming back and all I can do is shake my head,

lower my voice, say BAD DOG, and try to keep from laughing. He certainly

gives me something to think about besides my damnable RLS twitches. I've

never owned a Yorkshire Terrier before and Mr. B is an education. Just this

morning he got into the bag of silkworm cocoons I've been saving to boil and

spin. Thankfully he didn't find them much fun so they weren't damaged.

He's teaching me not to leave a napkin or kleenex lying around as within

seconds they are shredded into minute pieces. All this is done with

complete innocence, insatiable curiosity and a spirit of merriment

unsurpassed in any other dog I've ever owned. When I holler he runs over

begging to be lifted up and then he covers my face with wet kisses. Oi!!

So thanks for asking about Mr. Biggles. He has proceeded to fill this

grieving house with grins and laughter. I'm sure my corgi Fiona is looking

down from above with approval.

CHEERS and I hope the sun is shining wherever any of you are living! It

sure ain't here..............

Jeanne and Mr. Biggles in Poultney, VT

[Guest guest]

The last terrier breed I owned was when I was breeding Australian Terriers

back in the late 50's so the breed personalities were no longer fresh in my

mind. With Mr. Biggles it is coming back and all I can do is shake my head,

lower my voice, say BAD DOG, and try to keep from laughing. He certainly

gives me something to think about besides my damnable RLS twitches. I've

never owned a Yorkshire Terrier before and Mr. B is an education. Just this

morning he got into the bag of silkworm cocoons I've been saving to boil and

spin. Thankfully he didn't find them much fun so they weren't damaged.

He's teaching me not to leave a napkin or kleenex lying around as within

seconds they are shredded into minute pieces. All this is done with

complete innocence, insatiable curiosity and a spirit of merriment

unsurpassed in any other dog I've ever owned. When I holler he runs over

begging to be lifted up and then he covers my face with wet kisses. Oi!!

So thanks for asking about Mr. Biggles. He has proceeded to fill this

grieving house with grins and laughter. I'm sure my corgi Fiona is looking

down from above with approval.

CHEERS and I hope the sun is shining wherever any of you are living! It

sure ain't here..............

Jeanne and Mr. Biggles in Poultney, VT