The First of Many
So, you may ask, has dogsville changed my life at all in the past year? Hell yeah it has. Filthy car. Hair tumbleweeds in every corner. Poop, as a kind of looming, ever-present presence. And yet ... pure, unadulterated, unconditional love.
Kitchen threshold—hands down, still his fave spot to lay around. He just takes up a little more room now.
Back when he was all claws and teeth.
As guard dogs go, he's not the fiercest, but he keeps an eye on everything in his own way.
Lettin it hang out on the cool tile, what could be better?
First hike. Big Left gets his own water bottle.
Nabbed by the paparazzi at a party.
First snow! Many nips and snarfs, to be sure.
Awkward teen phase.