By Chuck Woodbury
This is Archie, my favorite little furry buddy. He’s 20 pounds of terrier, mostly Border Terrier. He hardly ever barks. His favorite people food is blueberries. He loves to chase squirrels and Bun-Bun, the small bunny that lives under our tool shed. Bun-Bun always outruns Archie, which I am sure drives him crazy.
Gail and I adopted Archie seven months ago from a shelter in central California. He’s less than two years old with a lot of puppy still left in him. Gail saw him at a pet store, where he was on display for the day. When Gail reached out to pet the little fellow, whose name was Grover at the time because he was found in an orange grove, he put his head on her hand and looked at her with his big brown eyes. That was it!
All the girl dogs in our neighborhood love Archie. But he’s no use to them for anything but ball chasing and ganging up on Bun-Bun. Archie, alas, lost his manhood a few weeks before we met him. But he doesn’t know, which is good otherwise he might complain.
Archie’s favorite pastime besides chasing squirrels and Bun-Bun is getting his tummy rubbed.