The best dog in the world

Everybody knows their own dog is the best one in the world, and I am no different.  Chris had the softest fur on his ears, and he was so smart he taught himself new tricks.  For a little while I think he thought he was a cat, because he would climb the apricot tree in our front yard just like the other cats did.  Imagine the cats' surprise the first time Chrissy followed them up that tree!  Completely on his own initiative Chris would fetch and sit up.  One memorable night he treed a skunk, called for reinforcements, and stood pointing in the classic pose of all good hunting dogs.  He even sometimes would stop to open the newspaper and read a bit before he brought it to the house. 

The dismount is always the trickiest part.

The perfect sleeping position, in case anybody might
want to rub his tummy in passing. 

The yellow cat, Termite, had an identity crisis also;
he acted like a dog in a lot of ways.  Mother named him
Termite because she declared he was the most
useless thing she'd ever seen.

For a short time Chris thought he might be a pansy.