The Trials and Tribulations of a Dog Named Frodo

Frodo is a curmudgeon.  Not because he's 7 years old - that's really not that old for a Rat Terrier - but because he was born a curmudgeon. He's a glass-half-full kind of guy and it can be tough for such a pessimist to spend his life with a lot of untrained dogs, most larger than he is, tearing around with "his" loot.

He's been dealing with it for 5 years now and if he could talk, he'd tell you of the years of unfairness that he's endured and how he never gets the good treats and toys because the fosters always get them....  But he can't talk so too bad, so sad, Frodo.  I know that seems heartless but in spite of the high volume of moaning (read high pitched yapping) that comes out of his mouth, this dog has got it pretty dang good. There are more toys in his toy box right now than some human kids see in their entire childhood and even with my employee discount at work his food and supplements probably cost more than what I spend on myself for groceries.

He's the dog of my heart in spite of his pissiness, or maybe because of it, and the fact remains that a whole lot of dogs are alive today because he wrapped me around his finger. I fell in love with the breed so much that I wanted to help save them by fostering. 

He'd probably tell you different, but I'm pretty sure he would be lost without having the fosters around to bitch at. Lord knows he'd have a lot fewer goodies to steal out of their crates. 

Read through the following scenario, one that happens repeatedly in our house to get an idea of the trials and tribulations of this dog named Frodo:



Oh so quietly lying on the couch with food toys, stolen from Neah's crate, Frodo attempts to inconspicuously finish removing the buffalo pate from inside that Neah became distracted from and left unattended.

 

With a look of concern, Frodo has spied a dangerous tornado approaching

 

A black spotted 37 pound tornado of dog meat

 

And it just keeps getting worse. Now the tornado has reached the couch and come dangerously close to the prized (stolen) stuffed Tizzi toy.

 

Time to show them who's the boss.

Phew! This time the blurry storm that is Neah and Langley has passed and left his loot untouched, but you never know what will happen next time it circles back in his direction.