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Or should that be doody? While Elliot has his own special charms and challenges, Gilby truly is "special." Just before I got Elliot, mom and dad went off on one of their semi-annual treks about the globe so I got to babysit my "little brother," Gilby. Mom found this little puppy about 9 years ago and named him Gilbert (Gilby for short). He is a mostly blind, mostly deaf, neurotic, arthritic, epileptic, allergic to grass, dishrag of a dog. I think he's part Lhasa Apso and part Shih Tzu. That makes him either a Lhasa Shihtz or a Shihtza Lhas. Mom doesn't like either one of those so she thinks he's part poodle. I won't tell her what I've come up with for that. :) As sweet and precious as he is, he is still a high maintenance animal. Mom brushed his teeth, sprayed him with his own personal bottle of Georgio and shipped him off to my house. |
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Did I mention he's a sweetie? | ![]() |
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* "Letting dog out" does not just involve opening the back door. You have to go out, too. Being as he's mostly blind, the poor thing is kind of like one of those trains or trucks I had as a little kid. It goes until it runs into something, backs up and heads another direction. Gilby smacks his head into the house, backs up and makes a left. Sometimes. Usually I'm a retriever. |
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P.S. - Mom offers a 3-day crash course in Gilby Care 101. I can get you scheduled if you would like volunteer for "Dog Duty" next time. |
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