One day when we were in Indiana, we stopped by mom's niece's house and met a Golden fellow named Rebel. Me and Stanley were kinda unsteady around him cuz he was HUGE! His paws were as big as dinner plates! Mom said it was the furst time she noticed that Stanley was NOT a big dog (even though he thinks he is). Here is Rebel acting pawfessional.
While the hoomans sat around the table Rebel would rest his giant head.
One time when he put his paw on Stanley to get him to play, Stanley about jumped out of his furs and screamed that Rebel tried to punch him! Mom said he was greatly exaggerating and Rebel was just extending a friendly paw but after that we called Rebel "Sasquatch".
Sasquatch had a rubber piggy he liked to play with and when he did he would make a rumbling noise that sounded like it came from so deep that it might erupt and kill us all! Mom said we were being ridiculous. We posed with Sasquatch even though we knew it was risky and at any moment he might sniff one of us.
One thing Stanley really liked was that Sasquatch had a HUGE food dish (it was about as big as a kiddie pool or maybe even bigger) and it was filled to the top with the most delicious kibble. Stanley kept helping himself and Sasquatch didn't care (he said "sharing is caring"). Here is Sasquatch with his mom. Those shoes belong to Sasquatch and he wears them on his giant paws.
I just played it safe and stayed on mom's lap. I wasn't taking any chances that Sasquatch might sniff me. Here I am giving some Doodle therapy to another niece. I changed her life with that therapy.
When we went in the yard and saw a giant poop (it was at least as long as a hooman arm) we respected Sasquatch a lot for that. He does good work! We had fun even if Sasquatch made us kinda nervous.
Murphy & Stanley