The story of Cozby - Dave's version

Cozby came from a farm in southwest Virginia, sometime when Britten was in grad school. He's a golden retriever mixed with a corgi, as best we can tell. The result is he looks a bit like a golden that's been chopped off at the knees. Britten calls him a short-long. He's got one ear that's always up and one that's always down, which makes him pretty darn adorable. (I'm fairly certain I just lost some man points, but I think it's mitigated by the fact that I'm watching college basketball right now).

I think there are three things that I can point to as formative in Cozby's development. First, we think that sometime before Britten got him, he had a bad experience with a man, probably someone wearing a baseball cap. So he's not entirely keen on men at first.

Secondly, he spent alot of time with his mommy in her apartment in Charlottesville. As a result, while he may love many people and dogs, nothing compares to Britten. I know exactly how he feels.

Thirdly, he also grew up around Britten's parents. More importantly, he grew up around their dogs - they have pretty much always had two westies. Because of this, he thinks he's a westie, even though he's a 50 pound non-westie. He plays like them. Contrast that with Chili, who, when we were babysitting a westie once, spent most of the time following the dog around with his mouth open trying to figure out if he should eat it or play with it.

Cozby's favorite place in the world (besides whereever his mommy is) is in a coccoon of love. This is any spot that is just the size of his body, usually created by the space between a pair of human legs and a couch. Nothing makes his tail wag faster. Except his mommy.