I'M NOT A DOG-
I'M A "FURRY PERSON"
My pedigreed handle's Rip-Snortin' Terrer, but
most folks call me Rip. (Though some have called me "You black-and-tan
#$%&@*!" (whatever that means), and the female human here calls me
"Screwloose" 'cause I chase butterflies on occasion. The male human (what
does "Master" mean, anyway- "doesn't lift his leg"?) brought me here from
a perfectly good kennel in California, and after 18 months in this godforsaken
desert called Nevada, wonders why he had to teach me to swim! I'm
looking forward to another trip to the river real soon!
I'll publish more to this page as it comes to me, but right now I have to
go bark at the stupid Rottweiler who's passing by the fence, then maybe give
the cats some exercise.
Here's a picture of my human's best side: that's me in my younger days in
the lower right.
It's come to my attention that my littermate, Mr. Woofer, has been spreading very bad publicity about Airedales lately, and I just want to say Way to go, Woofer! Here's a link to Woofer's Page
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