This is Weegie.
Actually, it's officially E.G.
He's the world's cutest, funniest,and just generally the most perfect dog in the universe.
And as I'm sure you've already guessed, he was in fact named for the West African country of Equatorial Guinea.
Now you may have a dog named Gabon, Zamibia, or Upper Volta, and if so, please just bear with me while I explain the whole E.G. naming process to the others who have dogs named Rover, Buddy and Fido.
Several years ago The Chief was working in Equatorial Guinea. Both of my sons had gone off to college. I had "retired" from teaching.
I spent my time eating Sonic ice. (Can I get an "Amen" on the Sonic ice??)
Still, it was sad.
I needed a dog named after an unstable, coup-ridden African country!
I needed a Weegie to keep me company.
A little dog with unusually short legs and huge ears.
And so it all began, four years ago.
Soon his name blossomed into Eggie, Weegie, Squeegie. The Weege.
He's also alternately known as Mr., Mr. Pants, Mr. Squeegie Pants, Big, and most recently, The Pookie Mister.
An identity crisis waiting to happen. I feel horribly guilty.
And just like any child who gets into trouble, I occasionally must use his full name just to make my point.
"Equatorial Guinea, how many times do I have to tell you to leave that squirrel alone?" "And this time wipe the cow poop off your paws before you come in this house!"
He loves me, his Mom, as long as I am there alone, feeding him, pampering him, and generally doing everything to keep his spoiled little dog-self alive.
Then The Chief walks in and I cease to exist.
I am nothing.
The Chief plays rough.
The Chief drives the big Kubota tractor and lets Weegie ride in the cab. The Chief feeds the cows and slogs through fields full of cow poop.
The Weege loves cow poop.
On the other hand, The Mom likes girl stuff and watching The Food Network.
The Chief drives the mule. Weegie was born to ride in the mule. He will sit in it for hours waiting for someone to drive it somewhere. He falls asleep in it.
At the sound of the mule's motor starting, he'll race lightning fast (yelping all the way) from anywhere on the farm to jump in and ride, ironically, directly back to the point from which he started.
He makes life good.