King of the toys = The Brussels Griffon, by a (smashed) nose
I'll refrain from saying anything about the poodle cut tonight, having been taken to task by our reader who breeds poodles. I am not responsible for the mocking tone my co-blogger Josh takes when discussing such matters, however.
So we're getting down to the wire on the toys, looking at the pug now. The first pug I ever saw was at the Long Beach animal shelter maybe 15 years ago when I adopted my dog Ellie. I felt so sorry for him, he was, well, about the ugliest dog I'd ever seen. It was only when I asked about him at the front desk that I learned how popular they were -- little did I know, he certainly didn't need my sympathy; there was a long waiting list of people who wanted to adopt him. The shelter would have to hold a lottery to see who took him home. I trust he had a long and wonderful life.
Oooo, now here's a Yorkshire terrier with a red hair bow. Wow. That's some girly looking dog.
But none of them could beat the Brussels Griffon. The pug, however, did place 2nd.
Go pugs.



Daily Breeze reporter Donna Littlejohn has shared her homes with a succession of wonderful, funny, and occasionally difficult canines -- Muffin, Fritz, Ellie, Mercy, Pilgrim and now Cowboy, an Australian shepherd-border collie, and Tess, a border collie. From strong-willed terriers to weirdly obsessed Australian shepherds, they've invaded her world with boundless energy, wet noses, muddy paws and soggy tennis balls. But they've really brought so much more than that -- like laughter and joy, some unexpected life lessons, and more than a few tears along the way.
Josh Grossberg grew up with the usual array of animals: goldfish, dogs, hamsters, parakeets and turtles. He now owns the loudest dog in the South Bay(
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