I brought Fargo home on Saturday, May 19, 2001.
His family was moving to Florida and couldn't take him, so I drove
into Brooklyn to pick him up.
Fargo is just a perfect little dog! He completely ignores
the cats, loves to play with Edgar, and absolutely adores me!
In all my experience with bringing home animals, he has fit into the
family the easiest, and with the least disruption. I usually
put new babies in the bathroom by themselves for a bit, so everyone
can adjust to the new smells, but with Fargo it wasn't necessary!
He's between four and five years old, but he still acts like a puppy.
He's curious about everything, not afraid of anything, and does everything
with enthusiasm - whether it's chasing a ball, playing with Edgar,
or just lying down for a nap (he kind of throws himself down, with
a thump and a big sigh).
Right now, his hair's pretty short (I'm told he
had a close encounter with some tar), but his groomer says that
he's a beautiful Bichon when he's in full coat. I think he's
adorable the way he is (and easier to take care of!), but I think
I'll let the hair on his head grow, just to get the soft, rounded
Bichon look.
Fargo sleeps with us on the bed at night, right by my feet.
He doesn't seem to be bothered by my tossing and turning, and when
I get up during the night, he rolls over so I can rub his belly
before I fall back asleep.
I love watching Edgar and Fargo play together. They get so
excited! First Edgar chases Fargo, then they turn around and
Fargo chases Edgar. Edgar jumps up on the bed (Fargo can't quite
make it), then off the bed and down the hallway...a quick trip to
the bathroom water bowl and they're off again.
Two happy puppies out for a walk.
"Please don't make me go out on that wet grass
again!"