Ode to Biff
Biff, you are definitely your own man.
The Professor, if you will.
You stand firm to your inner desires. Some would call it stubbornness.
If you don't want to come out of the cave, you won't.
If you don't get what you want the exact way and time you want it, you pout.
If you want to be left alone, you scare away those that come near with a ferocious and menacing growl, baring your several rows of teeth.
And yet in all these things you are undeniably the most lovable guy we've ever seen.
You have a bit of the obsessive/compulsive in you; never entering or leaving the living room without detouring underneath the coffee table.
You jump up to poke your head out the kitchen window when you hear our cars pull in, even though it might possibly take every ounce of energy you possess.
You wait until you have the Perfect Place to take care of business. And then you punctuate your good fortune with a peel-out.
You sometimes wander over to the deck door, just to see what's going on out there.
You must have learned that from Dad.
You have a gentle, lazy, Eeyoretype of disposition -
You stand there calmly while being brushed or washed or doctored; such a good boy.
You live unfazed and at an even keel
until it has to do with food.
Because you like to eat.
You eat your daily meals on a consistent schedule, which is so endearing.
Each night during the 10:00 news we hear the methodic chewing of your Kirkland niblets.
You have your favorite human foods - pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, green beans, ice cream; and you expand exorbitant and uncommon amounts of energy in trying to acquire them.
You have to be tricked into taking any medicine though.
Oh but you love you some Milk Bones and Scooby Snacks.
When you're brought together with a rawhide,
it is as if the world exists just to bring the two of you together.
Along with Mom and the Barbeque, you are what makes the deck worth having.
You love to sun on the deck
and sniff the deck
and watch the world go by from the deck.
You have your favorites in life - you love
Clint's lap,
Dad's love,
Mom's care,
any kind of meat,
good love and attention,
lots of sleep,
your brother Duke
and your cushy cave.
The broom and the vacuum are your nemesis.
Yet you faithfully stay on the lookout for us,
facing away from us when we're gathered together in a room.
We don't mind though because we get to enjoy your cutest little bum
and tail wagging in the air as you lay there with your chin on the ground, perfectly still.
You have a rich heritage with Lacy as your mother
and have helped bring several little Biffs and Biffettes into the world.
You're also a part of a bigger family, ours, and we can't imagine life without you.
You bring endless entertainment without ever trying.
Biff, you love the love.
At the slightest of touch, you roll over to maximize any potential scratching opportunity.
Your favorite way to get the love is sitting in someone's lap
but you'll take it any way you can get it.
You'll stand up for it, sit at someone's feet and wait for it, even pawing sometimes to get the attention you so ardently feel you deserve.
With a face like yours, it's hard for any of us to resist.
You are SO adorable.
You have the biggest brownest eyes and the shiniest lower lip.
You have little tufts on the back of your neck that curl.
Your hear goes punk when it gets too long and
you have chubby little legs that get you around.
Sometimes you sit with one leg extended, showing us your modeling prowess.
Very handsome, Mr. Biff.
We love how you, our first little dog, eventually accepted and loved Duke into the family.
You sleep and play with your little brother-from-another-mother
as if you really were brothers
and always enjoy his company, even though he wears you out.
You yourself seem to be getting worn out and a bit tired but Mr. Biff, our love for you never will. We remember with fondness you as an ambitious youngster jumping up in the window seat to shout your ruh-ruh-roos --- now the most you can muster is the occasional support bark to Duke up on the perch.
But we love your more senior self also; chubby and lazy and lots of you to love.
Such a good boy.
The Professor, if you will.
You stand firm to your inner desires. Some would call it stubbornness.
If you don't want to come out of the cave, you won't.
If you don't get what you want the exact way and time you want it, you pout.
If you want to be left alone, you scare away those that come near with a ferocious and menacing growl, baring your several rows of teeth.
And yet in all these things you are undeniably the most lovable guy we've ever seen.
You have a bit of the obsessive/compulsive in you; never entering or leaving the living room without detouring underneath the coffee table.
You jump up to poke your head out the kitchen window when you hear our cars pull in, even though it might possibly take every ounce of energy you possess.
You wait until you have the Perfect Place to take care of business. And then you punctuate your good fortune with a peel-out.
You sometimes wander over to the deck door, just to see what's going on out there.
You must have learned that from Dad.
You have a gentle, lazy, Eeyoretype of disposition -
You stand there calmly while being brushed or washed or doctored; such a good boy.
You live unfazed and at an even keel
until it has to do with food.
Because you like to eat.
You eat your daily meals on a consistent schedule, which is so endearing.
Each night during the 10:00 news we hear the methodic chewing of your Kirkland niblets.
You have your favorite human foods - pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, green beans, ice cream; and you expand exorbitant and uncommon amounts of energy in trying to acquire them.
You have to be tricked into taking any medicine though.
Oh but you love you some Milk Bones and Scooby Snacks.
When you're brought together with a rawhide,
it is as if the world exists just to bring the two of you together.
Along with Mom and the Barbeque, you are what makes the deck worth having.
You love to sun on the deck
and sniff the deck
and watch the world go by from the deck.
You have your favorites in life - you love
Clint's lap,
Dad's love,
Mom's care,
any kind of meat,
good love and attention,
lots of sleep,
your brother Duke
and your cushy cave.
The broom and the vacuum are your nemesis.
Yet you faithfully stay on the lookout for us,
facing away from us when we're gathered together in a room.
We don't mind though because we get to enjoy your cutest little bum
and tail wagging in the air as you lay there with your chin on the ground, perfectly still.
You have a rich heritage with Lacy as your mother
and have helped bring several little Biffs and Biffettes into the world.
You're also a part of a bigger family, ours, and we can't imagine life without you.
You bring endless entertainment without ever trying.
Biff, you love the love.
At the slightest of touch, you roll over to maximize any potential scratching opportunity.
Your favorite way to get the love is sitting in someone's lap
but you'll take it any way you can get it.
You'll stand up for it, sit at someone's feet and wait for it, even pawing sometimes to get the attention you so ardently feel you deserve.
With a face like yours, it's hard for any of us to resist.
You are SO adorable.
You have the biggest brownest eyes and the shiniest lower lip.
You have little tufts on the back of your neck that curl.
Your hear goes punk when it gets too long and
you have chubby little legs that get you around.
Sometimes you sit with one leg extended, showing us your modeling prowess.
Very handsome, Mr. Biff.
We love how you, our first little dog, eventually accepted and loved Duke into the family.
You sleep and play with your little brother-from-another-mother
as if you really were brothers
and always enjoy his company, even though he wears you out.
You yourself seem to be getting worn out and a bit tired but Mr. Biff, our love for you never will. We remember with fondness you as an ambitious youngster jumping up in the window seat to shout your ruh-ruh-roos --- now the most you can muster is the occasional support bark to Duke up on the perch.
But we love your more senior self also; chubby and lazy and lots of you to love.
Such a good boy.
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