This is Cheerio. He's a blond Lab. We're watching a movie.
He won my heart the day he chased the Jehovah's Witnesses
off my front porch. I won his heart the day I pinned him to the
ground by the neck and yelled at him for a good minute for jumping
up on me with muddy paws - I was leaving for a gig and had a
white shirt on. He thought I was going to eat him for sure.
From then on I was the Alpha Male - and
Cheerio has never forgotten it! He's now very old
and will leave us soon.

This is Gus. He's a 1st generation Labradoodle. His dad was a standard
size Poodle and his mom was a Lab. We bought Gus in anticipation
of Cheerio's departure. That was 2 years ago and Cheerio keeps hanging around.
He's jealous and doesn't want Gus to get any treats from the refrigerator. I
suppose jealousy can be a sufficient motivation to stay alive.

Oh no, I didn't get into the trash! It wasn't me! While you were gone to your
gig a STRANGER came in and spread the trash in a trail that leads directly
to where I sleep - and then he ran out laughing! It wasn't me, I SWEAR!