Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I was walking Max & Pazzo outside my apartment building on Sunday. There was a lady out by the door. And she asked me, "Are they brothers?" And I said "Yes." As much as two different breeds of dogs can be brothers, right? Then she proceeded to say, "Oh, (insert laugh) but they are different breeds, so they aren't really brothers." She really thought they had come from the same mother! They don't look alike at all. I don't know what was going on inside her head. "Well, no, they are brothers from different mothers," I smiled.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I found Pazzo in a pet store in Naples, Florida. I know they say it is bad to buy dogs from a pet store. But there Pazzo was, literally the dog in the window, staring at me with his cold little nose and warm little eyes. He was a baby Pomeranian - dark eyes, tan fur, black nose. He came back to Connecticut with me, his first plane ride, capturing the attention of everyone around him. And his magic has never stopped. Everywhere we go people want to touch Pazzo. Kiss Pazzo. Hug Pazzo. They want to keep Pazzo. They want to clone Pazzo. He has a brother Max. But there is something about Pazzo. And we want to share that with you.