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| Name: |
Tank
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Age: |
Three years, three months old
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| Gender: |
Male |
Breed: |
German Pinscher |
| Home: |
Woodbridge, New Jersey, USA |
As
both my boyfriend and I work in NY City and commute at least an hour
each way from/to home, on average Tank is home alone all day, up to ten
hours. Tank is 36 pounds (on a good day) but 40 after a late night "garbage
operation".
One of the best parts about him is the routine he has developed when we
come home from work. We all know how happy out loyal four legged friends
get when the rest of the pack comes home, but no one can compare to Tank.
He squeals with happiness and shakes his stump of a tail vigorously, tries
to give us all his bones (we take it as signs of bribing - "please don't
leave me! here - take my bones! but don't ever leave me again!"), then
shoots strait for the upstairs bedroom to stand on his hind paws on the bed
(so as to be as tall as us) and give us welcome home kisses standing up
that way, after which a thorough face washing is in order.
Sure the house always looks a mess after we are away the whole day - with
tissues boxes and their contents spread thoroughly throughout the house,
remnants of cookie boxes that were unintentionally left out on the kitchen
counter and swooped up by Tank, some recycling which has been ripped up and
licked up - just to make sure it's clean enough to be deposited in the bins
of course!
Tank has become the joy of our lives, someone who we rush home to every day
not because we have to, but because we want to spend as much time with this
big love bug as possible.
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