Four years old, Robby the Rotty is my faithful protector.
He loves to play Frisbee and when we lived in Texas, a walk by the
bay was his favorite thing.
He still likes walks though even though they are just
in the neighborhood!
In the studio, the house or on walks, he is in a constant
struggle with Gracie to be closest to me. He loves those big rawhide
bones, sticks and even rocks to chew on.
And, sing? No other canine can compare to the notes
he can reach! Except, maybe Vern, who was once thought to be a parrot
from the sounds emanating from the back yard dog bath.
Ever the young ruffian, Robby is always prodding
me to play and frolic, but woe to anyone who even remotely appears
to be threatening or intimidating me! He will stare them down with
a look that would send Godzilla running! Nobody, wisely, has ever
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