Fido
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Occupation | Assistant Editor to the Author |
| Location | United States |
| Introduction | I have something to say. I’m not overweight. You see, most people think I’m a yellow lab. Well, that’s true. But I’m an English yellow lab. My line tends to be stocky. Normally I don’t waste my time on such small things, but let me tell you, that little misdiagnosis is costing me a lot of good food. Know-it-all-doctors... Besides I can prove it. The Author claims I roll my r’s when I bark. Very funny; it’s the Scotts who roll their r’s. At least I don’t roll them when I snore…like he does. I don’t think… Mrs. A calls me her white angel. Mr. A says, “You mean our white lemon?” Mr. Perfect thinks he’s funny…but I know better. All I have to do is stand by the door and he opens it. He says he’s glad someone around here gets to be so lazy. Me too. “You can’t sleep 21 hours a day,” he says. No, but you can look like you do. So this picture of me...I did sit for it. That’s something. And I think it captured pretty well what I was thinking...“Here’s five seconds I’m never getting back.” I’m pleased enough with it though, I suppose. Mr. A thinks it’s worth it...and he’s the boss. Who am I to argue. |
| Interests | “Gee Fido’s got a chip on his shoulder.” Actually I snapped a ligament in me left knee. Still on the mend but that’s beside the point. I’m trying to take it all in stride. Grumpy? Not me. That’s too much work. Actually I’m a pretty happy fella. No job unless you count this one and two squares a day. That leaves plenty of down-time...long naps and editing my master's voice. |
| Favorite Books | Sure...I wish I had stories to tell of spectacular fowl retrievals on those crisp morning hunts that I’ve heard so much about. So does Mr. A. But he’s almost as lazy as I am...sitting over there with his books. Until that changes...I have the stories. |