After an hour or so going over our differences and who might be in charge, plus another 16 hours on the road, we arrived at home about 2 am, best of friends. Lexx was fully in his new role as my protector. Both exhausted, we crashed soundly.

Melody is always excited about new dogs and puppies. She rushed in to meet Lexx after his much anticipated arrival, but Lexx had never had that Christmas morning anticipation type of experience himself. Rather, he perceived that this strange woman had no business in the house that belonged to him and me. She saw his teeth, his gums and halfway down his esophagus as he was making the point that she should leave while still able.

I was awakened by the snarling and barking. Whereupon, my dear, sweet wife was immediately in my face with a string of expletives my momma would wash my mouth out for. Clearly stating, “You can sell that (use your own imagination) to the first person crazy enough to take him!! You said he road in your passenger seat!!” In my defense, the weather had been bad.

Today you’ll hear her say “MY Lexx” and get kisses on her whole face. Just don’t be fooled. He’s met trainers and decoy’s that are perfectly happy to never see him again. Currently, there’s one other guy, 4 children and 3 women he tolerates.

Lexx catches the eye of Perle de Tourbière fans, stacked deep on his mother’s side and a sharp eye might catch old lines like Kukay’s Quatro. But when your dad is Guido... Have you ever heard of anyone named Guido that wasn’t a force to be reckoned with?