
          We are just over 
          the moon with delight with our new pal.  He is everything one 
          could ask for in a pet.  There is just one problem.  When he 
          takes me for our many walks he wants to greet every pedestrian, jump 
          up on them and kiss them.  He is also very tolerant of other 
          small dogs being walked but he lunges at big ones.  Sometimes, I 
          think he thinks he is a Pit Bull. 
          
          It is difficult to 
          read a paper in the den with him around.  He likes to sleep on a 
          newspaper or magazine or, preferably, a pillow or our feet.  I am 
          attaching a photo image of him crashed on a small cushion.  The 
          image on the pillow is needlepoint of our dear departed Jack Russell, 
          "Birkey".
          
          He can be a 
          nuisance in bed.  If he wants your attention or wants to play, he 
          takes your finger (gently) in his little sharp teeth and tugs until 
          you comply.  In muggy weather he prefers to sleep on the cold 
          tiles of our powder room or main bathroom. 
          
          He follows us 
          everywhere.  Had I known how affectionate he was I would have 
          called him "Shadow" or "Crazy Glue".
          
          As it is, we 
          adopted him in GATineau and he now lives in BYtown.  So, we took 
          the first few letters of each municipality and christened him GATSBY. 
           We have only had him a couple of months but he responds to his new 
          name. 
          
          He eats like a 
          truck driver but burns it off running and leaping around our 
          condominium. 
          
          We have two second 
          floor balconies on the Driveway overlooking the Canal and they are his 
          Crow's Nests.  He spends most of his days out there spotting 
          inline skaters, bikers, joggers and barking at other dogs passing by.
          
          GATSBY will eat 
          anything.  If you leave anything - a tool - on the carpet and 
          look for it - it is gone.  He has it somewhere and is chewing it.  
          A man was here repairing a screen on one of our patio doors and he 
          stole his pliers and screwdriver. 
          
          Life is wonderful 
          with him.  We feel blessed to have such a wonderful domesticated 
          quadruped, friend, companion and house clown.
          
          Pat and Janet M. 
          (and Gatsby even has his own column - click 
          here to see!)
          
          
          
           
           
          
          
          Update July ’11 …
          
          Here 
          is Gatsby's fifth birthday photo.
          
           
          
           
          
           
          
           
          
          
 
 
          
          Update November ’11 …
          
          
          Somebody is sleeping in Papa Bear's bed.
           
 
 
 
 
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