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Welcome to Brutus & Yoda's Page
Brutus & Yoda are our "Official Office Greeters". They will almost always welcome you into the office, except when they are enjoying one of their many daily naps! Brutus has a special love for all of the ladies during the summer when they wear skirts or sandals so that he can indulge his licking fetish. So ladies, consider yourselves warned! They both have everybody trained pretty well. They have Marty the mailman trained to bring in dog treats everyday. There is hell to pay when Marty calls in sick and we have a sub for his route. Brutus gets absolutely disgusted when the sub doesn’t bring in his daily treats. He even has the UPS & Fed-Ex people trained. Makes you think about who the smartest one is? I’m placing my bets on the dogs!
Brutus, "I"m too Cool for this!"
You might be wondering what these "things" are? They are both French Bulldogs. They are both wonderful dogs with very different but very loveable personalities.
Yoda, "I'm Cute?" 
Yoda is our rescue dog; I like to call him “Ed”. He reminds me of “Ed” the retarded hyena on the movie the Lion King. Please keep reading the below chronicles of how Yoda came to be one of our office greeters.
During a visit to the grocery store, my wife sent me away when it came time to check out so I wouldn't’t have a heart attack over the total. I wondered my way down to the bulletin board at Fred Meyers to take my mind off of the large looming grocery bill. As I was scanning the board for something that I surly didn’t need, my eyes happened upon something I really didn’t need. Right in front of me was a picture of a skinny, pathetic looking dog in need of a home. As it turns out it was a Frenchie, being a frenchie lover myself it immediately caught my attention. I was very surprised that there was even another French bulldog in the area. The ad read something like “Poor skinny, starving French bulldog needs a home desperately, we paid $1700 and want $400” or something along those same lines. About that time my wife and the kids finished checking out and came up to get me. As she approached, I turned and said “look honey, another frenchie!”
Let me back up and give you a little history into our pet situation. I had my first Frenchie named “Brutus” and Malinda had a boxer named “Joe”. For the past few months we had been toying with the idea of getting another dog. After many debates we finally concluded that 2 dogs was the perfect amount and a 3rd dog would just be insane. This finally conclusion was reached just days prior to seeing the Help wanted ad for Yoda. The wife and kids all chime in at once about how sad & cute he looked, and the poor dog just needed a good home! I said “well that’s fine, but it’s not going to be our home”! As we left, and against my better judgment, I took one of the little slips of paper with there phone number and stuck it in my pocket. The whole ride home, Yoda was the hot topic of discussion. I said absolutely not, we had just spent months debating about getting a 3rd dog and we had already decided that we didn’t need another dog. I was putting my foot down! No more dogs, period!
After getting home and getting the groceries put away I sat down on the couch to do a little surfing. Malinda comes up and plops herself in my lap with the phone and wanting to know when I’m going to call them about the dog. Once again, I stood my ground and said “no, we are not getting another dog”. About 5 minutes later she again lands in my lap with the phone. To keep this story long story short, this went on every 5 minutes for the next hour! After an hour of constant bombardment, I finally relented and picked up the phone. As luck would have it, they weren’t home so I left them a message inquiring about the dog we saw on the bulletin board. A short time later the phone rang and it was the owners of Yoda, a short conversation followed about Yoda and his history. They had bought him for there young daughter, as it turns out she didn’t have enough time for him with school and other activities. He was locked in his kennel for no less than 12 hours a day. We made arrangement to meet them the next morning to take a look at him and see if we were interested. I knew that once we actually saw him that there was no turning back and we would have ourselves another dog!
The next morning we meet the owners at the predetermined spot and then out came Yoda. He was as wild as a cat that had just gotten his tail stuck in a mouse trap. He was all over, up, down, sideways and then some, he did have a very unique coloring to him and he looked way too skinny for a French bulldog. I asked Malinda if she wanted him, but I already knew the answer. We checked with the kids and everybody was in agreement that we should give Yoda a new home.
We took Yoda back to the office to show him off and we made the mistake of letting him off of his leash. Again he was gone like a shot out of a canon and showed no signs of letting up! We both looked at one another and said “what have we done”? We can’t have a wild dog like this running around the office! During our first week with Yoda home, we found out that even though he was 9 months old and we were assured that he was potty trained, he was indeed not! Luck for us, he took to the doggy door very quickly. Over the next few weeks he settled in and actually became a lazy dog and would sleep at the office most of the day after he realized that he wasn’t going to spend much time in his kennel anymore. Looking back at almost the 1 year anniversary of getting him, we couldn't’t imagine our lives without him. He has a wonderful personality and is just a puppy at heart and wants to play. He now sleeps on our bed with us insists on getting crammed into the smallest spot between Malinda and myself.
It's been another hard day at the office!
Want to know more about these wonderful Frenchies, I've compiled some links of interest below
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