LOOK ME TENDER HOMMER  




No matter how little money and how few possesions you own,
having a dog makes you rich.
Louis Sabin




Mommy: Blanch Mallerin of Green Bush (cranky)
Daddy: A-Raeder's Astronaut Roybrook (sweet)
Granddad: Honoré FB Montmorency (cranky)
Grandmother: Antonela of Green Bush


*11/24/1986
†07/15/2001
Hommer was a very cranky Basset Hound; never he bit any person, but always was picking a fight with me, Anton, worrying my Gi. A dog whisperer would be advisable...



But he was a clown, too: he was always getting into trouble or doing very funny stuff:
  • He got his little puppy head stuck between an iron gate's lozenges several times (stopped being stuck just because his head didn't fit anymore),*
  • once ran away and had several people chasing him like crazy (almost was ran over by a car),
  • fell from a wall and made a fuss about it (as if he was dying, but nothing happened, really),
  • ate a poisonous plant (this time, got really sick),
  • ate a piece of a broken plate (which had fallen and broken into pieces because hurricane Hommer was chasing Gisele for the food on it),
  • stole a butter stick from the table and ate it all,
  • grabbed in his mouth a toad he had found in the garden,
  • used to "hunt" flies (which looked like he was going crazy),
  • used to roll over on his back and sleep — in the front garden,
  • used to scratch his butt against the front iron gate, barking loudly while doing it (people stop to watch, and he stop scratching, because he didn't like to be watched while doing his scandalous performance).

If You Tube existed when this one was alive, he would have been a hit there!

Anton

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