If Petey were human, he'd be a tween and starting to buy Taylor Swift downloads and posters for his room. But since he's a dog and 11 in our years yesterday, it is more like 77 for him. So in theory, he'd be on Medicare Parts B and D.
The title image is his official birthday portrait.
It is quite amazing how he won't look at the camera, almost on purpose. Getting this dog to pose is impossible.
Lately on walks, he's more like Ferdinand the Bull. He'd rather just sit in ground cover and smell the ivy. Personally, I think it is because on those nice days, we've taken longer walks and he's tuckered out so sniffing is an excuse to rest. I'm good with it.
But yeah, Petey turned 11 years old yesterday. He actually got more hugs, pets and kisses than normal - which is saying something. He's a very loved and pampered
I laid eyes upon him the first weekend my sister brought him home - she brought him to another sister's house to show off. I was down with that - since playing with a dog is better than interacting with some of my family.
My one sister had a pool, but it turns out, Petey was not much for water. He can swim, but would rather not. But I can't say I didn't try. He looked very distressed, though I was with him every millimeter of the way.
It is amazing how his face changed over the years. These were the first two pictures I took of our little man:
How fucking adorable is he? The question is rhetorical.
Here he is at poolside. Scary how much he's grown. Katie too. She graduates college in two weeks!
Well, my beard is greying - the top of my head? Not so much.
Here is his unofficial 11th birthday portrait.
These are what I call his 'formal' ears - when they are at attention instead of down and more droopy.
He's a good boy, and we're very happy to have him. 710 thinks he's my dog, but he totally isn't. He pays attention to us equally and vice versa.
Song by: Bruce Springsteen