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Paz has always had a "thing" for fluffy white dogs.....small, big, medium size or whatever. Whenever he meets a fluffy, light white dog, his eyes pop out of his head, he drools and virtually begins to approximate a howl, as he makes an absolute fool out of himself by tripping over his legs while attempting to "woo" the target of his affection. So in any event, last night truly proved to be almost too much for Paz's heart to bear; we were taking a refresher class before his testing for his therapy recertification, and Paz was truly behaving his best until in pranced an apricot and white, immaculately groomed, large female standard poodle, replete with bows in her hair, and polished toenails. Initially, I was able to control Paz's enthusiasm by asking him to look at me and giving him a treat (although a steak would probably have been more effective). Well his restraint lasted about 3 minutes at which point the poodle's owner dropped the leash and this gorgeous, fluffy, seductive poodle headed straight for Paz, swiping his face with her painted toes. It was more than Paz could stand; he literally jumped up, let out a howl of delight and with his legs flying he returned her affection by swatting her with his huge paws, and then proceeded to affectionately wrestle her to the floor, although she did manage to keep her bows in place. OMG......I was so embarrassed however, like any good doodle mother, I blamed his behavior on the other dog, calling her a seductress who was obviously had no boundaries. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. After attempting to regain my dignity by disengaging Paz from the object of his affections, we left the training site to meet the car service that was going to take us home. We live in Manhattan, and taxis will not transport large dogs, so I had arranged for a canine car service to drive us back to my apartment. As the driver opened the door to the car, she informed me that another client and dog were sharing the ride, but not to worry the dog was very friendly. As we entered the car, the first thing I see is a large, fluffy, immaculately groomed white standard poodle, replete with bows & polished toes (not the same one we had just left behind, but eerily similar). Paz jumped into the car, his eyes popping out of his head, in disbelief about his good fortune. The poodle remained extremely aloof, growling very slightly at Paz's unwanted advances; Paz finally decided to lay across my lap (all 80 lbs of him) and kept staring at her the whole way home.....he just couldn't believe his good fortune! When we got home to my apartment, Paz literally flopped down onto his bed, and fell soundly asleep on his back, with his legs in the air, his head to the side with his tongue hanging out, probably dreaming about large, fluffy dogs..
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Love your love story! Way to go Paz!
Oh, Paz! True love twice in one day! Such a cute story. Those darn, fluffy white poodles--should be a law against 'em...:)
Paz wants to thank everyone for their support during these difficult moments in his life; he wouldn't eat last night, but did eat this morning, so he seems to be on the road to emotional recovery....sort of! I tried to encourage him to embrace more realistic expectations including pointing out that he was courting very high maintenance pooches, however, he refuses to be discouraged. So any flirtatious, fluffy white standard poodles residing in Lower Manhattan are at risk of being pounced upon by a rather large, gangly, goofy, black haired doodle dude seeking the love or loves of his life! To Paz's credit, he is loving and will do anything to please, including relinquishing his squeaky toys to a fluffy poodle that will love him forever, or for at least 5 minutes.
You go, Paz!!!! Charlotte, will just have to pray that there isn't a fluffy, white dog at the recertifiction test! :-}
I absolutely love your story! Paz has really got it bad, but maybe you should teach him how to be a bit coy.
LOVE THIS STORY! My husband and I both enjoyed and had a good laugh.
I used to drive for a living and drove many animals. I had no problem. Only twice did it not go so well. One 'very friendly' Saint Bernard, who came up behind me, with both paws on my shoulders and growled on and off all the way home. Another time, a young man left me with his Pit Bull for 10 minutes. The dog jumped up front and stared me down. Scary.
I drove a parrot, alone, to the vet for an elderly woman who talked and screamed all the way.
I think this is a great service in the city! Good for you.
Makes me want to dress in fluffy white cloths, paint my nails, and put bows in my hair, so I can get a hug
Love is in the air! Great story!
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