Thursday Thirteen Ed. #65

by Gail


Ed. #4

Thirteen Things about My Banjo

1. Banjo is our family’s ten-month-old, Boston Terrier puppy. His official name is Sebastian’s Blue Banjo. It kind of sounds like a Picasso painting doesn’t it? Or maybe the name of some really cool, acoustic folk band’s newest album. That’s what I always thought, anyway.







2. Banjo has been raised on a combination of acoustic folk and classical music. Whenever we have to leave him at home, I try to leave some music on for him so he doesn’t feel so lonesome. Personally, I think he prefers M. Ward

3. Banjo is a good napping dog. If I ever need a friend to curl up with and take a little nap, he is always glad to oblige me.

4. I always thought we would teach him really great dog tricks; but, although he knows quite a few, he finds them all quite demeaning as he is such a very bright person.

5. Banjo is well-read. We are currently reading Austen’s Northanger Abbey together. He feels we are dawdling, though.

6. Banjo is well-travelled. Not only did he take an eight hour ride home with us when he was about eight weeks old, but he also accompanied me both to and from my parent’s house this summer. They live about eight hours away, too. I think he likes riding in the car. As I said earlier, he’s a good napping dog.

7. Banjo snores. I mean, he really, really snores. Fortunately, I like snoring. My husband has been at it a long time. I find it soothing.

8. When Banjo grows up, he wants to be a professional, dog toy tester. We have yet to find a toy that he cannot chew through. He actually started eating his crate, so we had to buy him a new one. This one seems a little tougher, but when I hear him trot back to his crate, I keep my ears open.

9. Amazingly enough, Banjo, for all his chewing, has never chewed on anything he wasn’t supposed to. Well, except for his crate.

10. Banjo doesn’t care if I spend the entire day in my pajamas because I am feeling blue. In fact, he seems to like me even better on those days.

11. Banjo currently has the hiccoughs. Hold your breath, boy!

12. Banjo’s mother weighed twelve pounds. His father weighed twenty pounds. Right now Banjo weighs sixteen pounds. I wonder what he will weigh when he is fully grown. I think he is pretty much there, but we shall see.

13. If you don’t have a Banjo, I don’t suggest you run right out and find one. You might be more suited to a piccolo or, then again, you may find a grand piano or a bassoon is just the thing for you. Or you may find that you are not musically inclined whatsoever. And that is okay, too.


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