Dino

Who I Am
I was born on December 8, 1998 in a barn in Barnstead, New Hampshire. My father was named Bubba, and was famous for falling asleep during the breeding process. For better or worse, I've inherited quite a few of his relaxing genes. For as long as I can remember I've lived at the same house in Nashua, New Hampshire. As a young pup I spent substantial time sleeping, chewing and soiling the carpet at the old Flegal Law Office down on D.W. Highway in South Nashua. What a dump that place was. Thank heavens the old man sold it and moved uptown! My new quarters during the day are on Main Street in Nashua, and I like those a lot better. The new office has nicer furniture to lie on, more people to rub up against and coat with dog hair, more free handouts, and more room. I like it.

Hanging out with lawyers isn't really the worst thing in the world, but only because they have (a) staff, and (b) clients. Believe me when I tell you that the ladies who work with the old man are a bunch of soft touches. Most of the clients like me too. I'm big, but I don't seem to scare anybody. Being a watchdog doesn't really interest me as much as a good scratch on the hind quarters.

What I Do
I do a lot of sleeping, as much eating as I can, and have turned the old man's back yard into a minefield. I used to be kept busy by Jane and Calvin, my two older human siblings. Now I'm dealing with a new one, Mia, who is around 2. She likes me and I like her. She isn't so good at eating. I am. It's a relationship that works.

I go to the office and sleep there too. People pet me and scratch me. I lick them, but only once unless they really like it. I like to lie under the reception desk because Christine has a nice space heater down there, and since her cat died she's been wicked nice to me. Life is good.

What I've Done
I cut myself on barbed wire once trying to jump over a fence. I ran away consistently until the old man had my plumbing clipped. I stick around now, having learned my lesson. I still enjoy chasing a tennis ball, the occasional squirrel, and I still like a nice jump in the lake. I'm not opposed to rolling in dead fish if I can find some. I remain passionate about my hair, which falls out in clumps and clings nicely to all sorts of furniture and wool suits. I love mailmen, and I love those guys in the brown uniform; they carry treats.