Remember me, Gonzo? (You can read my biography.) I adopted my Mom and Dad in September 2000, when I was two. The first day I wasn't too lively. Dad was even worried that all I'd do is sleep all the time since that's what I did at PetCo. Boy, did I fool him! I *love* to play, with everybody and everything. Even better, Mom and Dad have 3 little boys they gave me to play with! Rough-housing with my family is the best. Mom even got me this great rope to play with. I love to make them toss it down the hall for me to chase after, while the cat takes swipes at me from the staircase (He misses all the time.). When they don't feel like playing, I just chase the cats around. For some reason, I get the feeling the cats don't like playing with me as much as I do them, though.

Mom and the boys even take me to the Dog Park in Vienna sometimes. I've got lots of buddies there. I have to keep reminding Mom to keep my supply of bones and rawhides going, though. It's a real shame when I have to chew up her nice leather shoes to remind her! But she's still nice and gives me a Meaty Bone when I'm good on my walks. I think that's because I'm nice and don't mess in the house or bark much.

My best friend in the world is the oldest of the boys. The only thing nicer than rough-housing with him is laying on the floor and sticking my nose under his arm so he'll pet me, though I share and let Mom pet me a lot when she was recovering from surgery. I worried about her a lot, so would just sit next to her and let her know I loved her! Anyway, the littlest guy wants me to play with him, so here I go!

Gonzo Williams-McClain