This is the story of Beefcake.
This past spring we went to visit my Aunt in Houston. We had a great time, even if I was a little concerned when we first walked in and saw Beefcake waiting to greet us. I mean, he’s a big dog. I felt better when Captain Chaos walked up and punched him in the side and the dog didn’t even flinch. We spent lots of time petting and playing with Beefcake that weekend.
Then we went back again on the 4th of July weekend to help my Aunt get her house ready to put on the market. She was looking for a new home for Beefcake so she can move into an apartment. Party Boy told her we would think about it. The kids love the dog, he loves the dog, I love that he was already trained, housebroken, etc.
He arrived at our house a couple of weeks ago. He came with food, a gigantic bed, and a bag full of treats and toys. He made himself right at home. We’ve been working with him, getting him acclimated to his new “pack.” We use the Cesar Milan (The Dog Whisperer) way of working with him. It helps tremendously that he is already obedience trained. He doesn’t get anything without “earning” it by sitting or laying down. And one of the first things we did was take him for a walk to establish the Alpha position. Lots of pack learning going onaround here. He adjusting really, really well.
Chaos loves this dog and Beefcake loves him. They’re nearly inseparable during the day and Chaos wears poor Beefcake out! Nap time and bedtime are Beefcake’s favorite parts of the day. Never mind that he snores like a lumberjack!
So, why call him Beefcake? Because for a Doberman he’s a little overweight. And he’s a big dog. Because I thought it was funny. Because really he’s more like a cupcake or a cream puff, whichever your preference. And because we only nickname the ones we love.