The Dog

You know, our friend Zak turned seven yesterday. That means that we've had our dog for six years. (And, therefore, that the dog is about six and a half years old.)

Well, we finally found out something about das Hund. To preface, let me explain that we found him through a pointer rescue group, and adopted him from a humane society that billed him as a lab/pointer mix. The trainer we hired to help us figure out what to do with his spazzy self once opined that Sampson potentially had some coyote blood. The dog's exact genetic background has always been the topic of some discussion, and people love to take guesses - boxer, lab, dalmatian, etc. etc.

Well, now we know:



Ah, well, i love the guy no matter where he came from!

Crowning Glory, by Elise

... I was just trying to send Elise a picture of her hat in action. However, i am a failure at sending photographs, so i'm doing it the long way around - behold a post from the zoo yesterday. (With some bonus pictures of the boy in his too-cute rain coat.)

I suppose i should figure out how to fix red-eye.

plum tuckered out

I'm sure we'll recover from the holidays sometime, though.