It’s all about the Fred

This is Fred. Napolean for short. (We often pronounce his name as ‘Frayyyyyyed’, long and soft). He and the Boy are huge buds.

We love our Fred. He just turned 10 on MLK day. We chose that date to celebrate his birth because, well, he’s Fred.

Fred came to us via the Town Lake animal shelter 8 1/2 years ago. The babies and I went in, and Fred said, “I’ve been waiting for you!”. He had been on the floor for nine days, telling everyone else to go away. He has one blue eye and one brown, which probably freaked some folks out, but we immediately knew it was to match the babie’s eyes (one for each kid). Before he was caught by the Law, Fred lived under the 1st Street Bridge. He had dreadlocks.

His first night in our home, Fred found newspaper, shredded it into a bed, then collected one shoe from each member of the family and lay on them, like eggs in a nest. He did it again the second night. The third night we shut the door to the Boy’s room.

Fred loves construction workers. They have yummy things in the mornings, like breakfast tacos and honey buns. Fred brings food home to his bed and stashes it.

At Christmas the dogs get lots of toys. Fred sneaks in, grabs one, then slinks off to his room and hides it before going back for another.

Fred likes to go on walkabout. Even if his Invisible Fence collar is on, he often deems it worth the momentary pain to go pee on everyone else’s stuff (and look for construction guys).

Fred also loves to rumble. He especially likes to start fights with big dogs (like Rottweilers), then hide behind another big dog. He also likes to jump puppies. If Fred were a human, he’d carry a switchblade, smoke cigarettes, and have a mullet.

Like I said, we love our Fred.