Say hello to Fozzie and Yogi!!!!

I'd like to introduce everybody to my two youngest brothers, Fozzie and Yogi. They are both Lhasa Apso brothers from the same litter, but are completely different in my book in both physical appearance and personality (I sometimes question if they are even the same breed of dog because they're so different from each other). They came into our lives about a year ago when they were just 3 months old and changed, and also enhanced, our family dynamics. I came up with their names, Fozzie and Yogi, because our beloved dog who passed before them was named Bear (pictured left), so it seemed only fitting that we continue Bear's legacy and pay homage to him with the names Fozzie bear and Yogi bear. Little did I know at the time that their names would fit their now observable personalities like a fat guy wearing sweatpants: Fozzie as the comedic relief and Yogi being smarter than the average bear.

Much like the muppet, Fozzie is a good natured and highly amusing dog whose seemingly over-eccentric character and oblivious nature usually makes him the butt of the joke, accentuated by his googly eyes, "listen to me, I can bark!" bark, elongated tongue hanging to the side of his mouth, and his captain navigator pose when riding in the car. He is always excited to see you and never turns down an opportunity to have fun. While he's the bigger of the two, Fozzie usually looks to Yogi for approval and will take interest if Yogi takes interest. He has a weird shoe fetish and if you're sitting in a chair, he won't hesitate to climb behind you and sniff your face. I'm certain that his puppy mindset will never leave him and I'm also certain that if he could could talk, every word would be "Wocka Wocka Wocka!"

Yogi is the ostensibly composed and more pensive of the two; never gets too overly excited (at least to Fozzie's degree) and stays fairly reserved. While he knows tricks such as "shake hands," 9 times out of 10 he won't do it for you because I get the feeling that he thinks its a subordinate action that is below him. Though he's stubborn like a true lhasa, he also loves to cuddle up next to you like a true lhasa as well. I've caught him on many occasions spending numerous minutes sitting in front of a mirror and staring at himself, as if philosophically questioning his own existence within reality and maybe he's just merely a figment of another puppy's imagination. That being said, he still loves to play and jump around. He loves to play fetch with the selected few toys that he likes and will always drop it in front of you, but will give your hand a playful little nibble when you try to grab it. I believe that he must have some feline genes because he pounces, hops, and jumps like one when he wrestles with his brother.

You can almost call these two the canine representation of Pinky and the Brain, as their roles are quite fitting.

We love them very much and they bring absolute joy to our family!