Teddy Bear

Soon, I will be a boy. I will stand and walk upright, sprout thumbs and talk human. But until then, I remain a 130lb. Belgian Shepherd (Tervuren). I am NOT a German Shepherd. Ugh.I live on Long Island with my Mommy, Daddy and pain-in-the-ass little sister Cee Cee, a mutt of Rottweiler and Corgi extraction (that's what I get for asking for a puppy). Yeah, I can be intimidating, but once you get to know me you'll find all I wanna do is hang out, snuggle and give kisses. And eat what you're eating. ALL of your cheese, ALL of your peanut butter and ALL of your bagel. Not some, not half, but ALL of it. With a saucer of Starbucks on the side - and I WILL spit it out if it isn't Starbucks - yes, I know the difference, don't underestimate me! My Daddy makes sure I always have Greenies, and Mommy makes sure I get my belly rubbed and my heiny scratched. She's the best!I am too old for toys - I gave all of mine to my dimwit sister. Felines are for suckers and serve no purpose except as squeak toys or furry snacks. When there aren't cats around, gardeners can be quite tasty too, and I'd love to have that asshole Mailman with a dish of fine tap water. Yum! I understand English perfectly, can open doors, the garbage can and the refrigerator. I dig Country music, though not when Daddy is howling along with it. Mommy is a Metalhead for some God-forsaken reason, but hey, everyone has a flaw. Except for me, of course!