Elvis the poodle

After reading about the passing

of Wilf the PON on his blog here

I was inspired to blog

 about my little furry pal

Elvis...

Unlike Wilf he does not have a terminal

disease. 

He's just a happy little

12 year old Teacup poodle.

Back in the spring of 2000 my fiance, Sam

decided (without discussing it with me)

it was time to bring a dog into our lives.

She, being a fan of all miniature things,

wanted a miniature dog.

When I came home from work that night

Sam, without saying a word

only a slight smirk on her face,

(she was trying to contain a big toothy grin)

took me by the hand back to our bedroom

to reveal

a pair of rolled up black socks

resting on my pillow?!?

Sam pulled me closer to discover the socks were actually

a very tiny black puppy.

She was worried I'd raise a fit

but I warmed to him instantly.

My only concern was for his safety

being so small in a family of big footed people!

We named him Elvis because of his

poodle pompadour 

and the fact he was a Vegas dog.

Needless to say he has learned to be quick on his feet

to avoid be stepped on

and I have learned to look before stepping.

He is my constant comfy chair companion,

my shadow,

and my "self appointed" official food taster.

Elvis' favorite spot in the house

is on the arm of my La-Z-Boy.

Usually with his head resting on

the cool marble top table next to it

looking out the window.

Doesn't look very comfortable does it?

But you don't mind do you Elvis?

He was an only child, except for his cat friends,

till the day in 2009

when my wife, Sam brought home Cher...

"Not too sure about this"

But that's a post for another day.

Rest in peace Wilf and Digby.