My entire house looks like this:
This is nothing new. As I’ve mentioned, we’ve had a lot of dogs in my family. When my friend Austin suggested that Gibbs has been playing with Ghosts of Dogs Past in my house, we started making the comparisons:
1. Dallas – My late great German Shepard was crazy fast. She drank her water loudly and messily. After a nap, she stretched and yawned quite dramatically – sticking out an impossibly long tongue. She was also far more affectionate than she appeared. She could have been Gibbs mother:
And this is Gibbs, the weekend we adopted him:
I seem to recall he tripped over his own feet, trying to runrunrun. Look at those ears. He’s starting to grow into them.
Knock on something, but the potty training is going better. He is cultivating a Big Boy Bark. He has had all but the rabies shot, so I started taking him on walks up and down my street. Mixed results. He doesn’t like the feeling of morning dew under his little toes.