mere thinking: man's best friend

man's best friend

Saturday, December 29

Shadow is 11 years old. He's by far the best dog I've ever had (as well as the only dog I've ever had). I remember the day I brought him home; he was only 7 weeks old, and he whined for the two-hour drive from the kennel and his litter-mates to his new home - oh, and he drooled too. Ashley and I tried everything we could think of to calm him down. We finally found that singing worked. We sang every song we know - twice. And we went through nearly an entire roll of paper towels, wiping up the drool... Today, 11 years later, he hasn't changed a bit (except he's now 110 pounds). He still talks as much as ever, and he still drools when he rides in the car.

Over the years I've gotten a few pictures of Shadow, but hardly any digital. When I came home for Christmas break, I grabbed my camera and pestered and taunted him for a good 1/2 hr. while taking some pictures. I don't think he minded - too much.