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colonel and champy
Recently, we lost two of our pets. Fido (yes, really) was found by Joni's brother at a dump in Ohio, and eventually, he came to live at our house: his "retirement home," we called it. Because he was an old dog and sort of waddled around like a military officer "inspecting the troops," we started calling him "Colonel Fido." Click on each thumbnail to see a
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Champagne originally belonged to Joni's sister Alex, but (like Fido), he wound up at our house, starting in fall 2001. He got his name from the color of his fur, but we always called him "Champy." Champy was very laid-back and I'm almost convinced he thought he was actually a dog: he drank from the toilet, played fetch, came when he was called, followed us on walks when we took the dogs, and ran around with them in the back yard.
Posted April 2008
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