I was going through some old photos today and found these. Pardon my reminiscing... My son in the photos is now about a week shy of 7. He barely remembers the labs. Makes me sad to think about that but happy I have the photos to help him remember.
Duchess. My heart dog. She was the therapy dog who worked daily with me at the hospital.
Paxton. My first puppy of my own. Bought him when I was a Junior in college. Gentile from the day I brought him home.
Finally. My Bubba the Brittany. I had him PTS a few months ago. I carried him outside to go potty for the last 3 months of his life. He was absolutely full of life until then, age 13.
Awwww Tamara. What a lucky boy your son is to have grown up with such wonderful canine companions.
Lucky boy and lucky dogs...Old pictures are a treasure
Awww It's so hard to look back, but at the same time, it can bring such a smile to your face. When I was a baby, we had a cat and a dog - the cat would always sleep under my crib to guard me from the dog. I don't remember either of them, but there are pictures of me sitting at the door next to them.