While on one of my infamous walks about town looking for special animals and their owners, I came upon a young lady named Meghan McMannus who had an obvious crush on her dog, Otis. It was "Otis this, Otis that" — she could not say enough about Otis.
Otis is a vision: He is a bit tall for his breed — English bulldog. But all else fits: the jutting lower jaw and the classic bottom incisors protruding over his upper lip, the snout the that appears to have been hit by one of the many trash trucks he goes after, the tongue that does not quite fit in his mouth, and the build of a champion wrestler. It is all there and it all says "bulldog." It's his propensity for tea that makes him English.
Her search for the specimen of her dreams lasted about six months, and, just when she was about to give up — surmising that there was no such animal — she met a vacationing couple from Idaho who had just had bulldog puppies. Usually it is the tourists who bother the locals, but not this time. Meghan became an inquisitive pest. She found that it was the first time they had ever bred their male, who had been a show dog winner. She kept in close contact with the couple, continuing to be a pest until Otis was old enough to leave his mom. He will be 6 years old July 28, and I am sure that party plans are under way.