With some pictures coming soon, as well (when Michael gets around to it, since I still can’t retrieve them from the myriad places he has them scattered in his odd files)…..I hope to get my beloved computer back today.

Goliath does not believe he is a dog. He doesn’t really like dogs. He doesn’t hang around with them, he certainly does not play with them. He merely tolerates their inferior presence in the lives of the people around him. When he goes to work with Michael (there are sometimes 5 dogs working in the office at once), the others all know he’s the boss. Even the owner’s very expensive, professionally trained German Shepard (imported from Germany). At home, Goliath will jump at the faces of the other, much larger male dogs, growling and snarling at them. They just look up at us as if to say, “What’s his problem?”, or “The mosquitoes are big this year!” I’m amazed that he has not become some other dog’s snack. One of Michael’s coworkers calls him “appetizer”.

Goliath likes the cats. He REALLY likes the cats. We have 4 male cats left and Goliath would hump each of them, every time he saw them if he could. One or two of them tolerate his advances on occasion. The others ignore him, run away, or smack him in the nose depending on their mood.

Goliath sleeps with us and usually inserts himself between us like a fuzzy little worm. Sometimes he’ll get perpendicular to the two of us, taking up about half of the bed by himself. If one of us gets up during the night to go to the bathroom or something, we frequently come back to find him on our pillow. Trying to move him off is a challenge, since he will often growl and snap at us. Sometimes, I just move the whole pillow with him on it and use another one.

Many times when we go out, people will remember him and greet him first. We are merely secondary accessories and are frequently referred to as “Goliath’s Parents”. For example, we’re walking along the street and people will notice us thus, “Oh look! Here comes Goliath! Hi Goliath! Aren’t you just the cutest thing! (smooch, smooch, smooch, carry on, carry on, blah, blah, blah) Oh, hi Goliath’s Parents.”

A lot of times, people want to pick him up and hug and squeeze him because he’s so cunnin’. He hates that. He will allow folks to pick him up sometimes.He would just prefer that Mom or Dad hold him and he be allowed to lick someone else’s nose if he feels like it.

When he wants something and we are busy doing something else, he’ll growl at us. After all, don’t we realize that HE’s the center of the universe? He should just be able to snap his fingers and have what he wants when he wants it. What a guy.

Oh, I’ve just come up with the answer to the question “What service does he perform?”
“Goliath sees things that most people don’t and alerts us to dangerous things we can’t sense.”

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