Last Sunday, June 15th, was Father’s Day. Since we really aren’t sure what day I was born on, Dad decided to call the 15th my birthday as well. I turned two years old which is like being somewhere between a teenager and a college student in dog years. That seven years dog time for every human year kicks in after the 2nd or 3rd year, I understand. Continue reading
Dad was gone for a little while and now he’s back. Not much has gone on in the way of big stuff but there are some minor things to talk about. I can share them with you if you like. These won’t exactly knock your socks off but it’s pretty big in the dog world.
Porter is the lab puppy downstairs that I like to play with so much when Dad is gone. We wear each other out because neither one of us knows when to stop. That gives our owners a short break when we finally calm down and rest. I think Porter gains about a pound a day.