Where's my Tidy? No more...
"Where's my Tidy?"... That's his pillow and bed if he sleeps alone That's the line that I always use to start playing with my big dog "Tidy". Saying that while I cover my face with both hands. In his response, he'll lick my hands so I'll uncover my face, but if I insist in covering it still, he'll use his head, goes under my hands and separate them revealing my face in the process. He's one bright dog. He's also an "emo" dog, sensitive. When I get home from wherever, he should be the first one I'd greet before the other dogs, if not, he will ignore me for hours until I've convinced him I'm sorry and would love to play with him more. He came to us way back around 2nd quarter of 2003. He was so cute and very playful. Me and bros would sleep in the "sala" (living room) so we can sleep with them (him and pudy). They would start to sleep near our legs and we'd wake up having them under our chin o