Our Black Dog is about to turn twelve but he still looks so much like a puppy to me. I remember the day that he arrived in a crate after a long trip. He was covered in poop - because he couldn't hold it in the crate. It was December, and he was wet and freezing. The Runner was driving so I took our puppy and put him inside my winter jacket, keeping him warm.
Happy Birthday to our wonderful, lovable, zany, and loyal Black Dog!