Just heard that today is Sylvester Stallone's 63rd birthday.... another July baby! Man, time flies when you're Rocky! Gotta luv him for all the fun he bestowed upon our family. We are all fans, not to mention that our second Giant Schnauzer was named in his honor. He came to us breeder-designated as I'm A Love. This handle was well suited to his disposition, but the boys quickly opted to change it. Love became I'm Sylvester Sly, and we called him Sly. On occasion, he lived up to Webster's meaning of the word sly; i.e., lowering his huge head and slinking into the kitchen from the mud room, before he was dry enough from having played in the snow. That said, he always remained a love, friend to all who entered our domain; i.e., the cable guy, refrigerator repairman, telephone linesman. You get the gist!
Happy Birthday, Sly Stallone..... and "Woof" to our buddy Sly, a true love.
This is a pooch story, so I'm dedicating it to Steven and family; you remain in our loving thoughts and prayers.
