Many good comedy teams are made up a funny guy and a straight man. If Trey is the "funny guy", then Wendy is the "straight man".
It's easy to find funny, interesting photos of Trey. He's always up to stuff, while Wendy, Wendy, isn't. Isn't up to stuff I mean.
Like the "good child" who lives in the shadow of a problematic sibling, mild-mannered Wendy lives in Trey's boisterous, shadow.
|It's hard to find a photo of Wendy without |
that front paw up in the air.
Though she comes when called, sits, waits and always behaves or at least pretends to behave, Wendy is no pushover. If Trey is close to me, Wendy subtly pushes her way between us, and when she thinks I'm not looking, she shows him her "pearly whites" and suggests he move along.
When chasing the ball, Trey deliberately bumps into Wendy. She gets fatigued with his childish antics and when she gets the ball, she also gets her revenge. She'll drop the ball and when Trey reaches to pick it up, she reaches out and SNAPS at him.
Trey may be pitbull, but Wendy the undersized lab-cross, wears the pants.
The one thing they can agree on is their mutual love for chasing the ball,
|Waiting for the ball to come down.|
Jumping after the ball,
|And sometimes not waiting for the ball to come down.|
and pretty much doing anything that involves balls.
|Sometimes for Wendy, that means lurking in the grass,|
waiting for the ball to come her way...
A wonderful walking buddy, good listener and loving companion. Wendy is everything a "good" dog should be.
Good girl, Wendy.