Happiness is to have a pack of pups who pester you to death to convince you that they can't live without you.
Heidi-Tidy is by far the smallest at 65 pounds but is also the most active one, licking endlessly the skin off my legs and arms.
I am not too happy when Otto-Otto washes my face; but if I push him away, then he is saddened to death.
Ross-Boss is the senior and has pretend-attacked people who came too close to me. He will not share me with anyone else.
[2 owners had surrendered Ross by the time I got him at 1 1/2 years; with me he is the most loyal and obedient dog you can imagine.]
They have plenty of leather bones, but always steal from each other the one that has been chewed soft by the other pup.
Heidi-Tidy just took away one bone from Ross-Boss, but it's a foregone conclusion that in 3 minutes he will recover it again.
As the pack leader, I could write a book about my pack. Below are just a few pictures from the last hour.
My wife and kids love me, but a pack of pups is something else. Well, they are my 24/7 companions and even sleep in my bedroom.
The jingles I am singing every morning when the sun starts shining into our room:
Ross-Boss, Otto-Otto, Heidi-Tidy
Where are you
Where are my puppies
All of you
Ross-Boss, Otto-Otto, Heidi-Tidy
I love you



