Today would have been Woofie’s birthday. He was the black miniature poodle we had when I was growing up. Here he is as a puppy:
Here he is letting it all hang out:
And here he is by the dishwasher:
I’d already moved to New York when he died (he was 17) but for years when I’d come back to CA to visit my parents I would think I heard him running down the hall. I miss him.
But don’t be too sad because five years later my parents got this guy!
But maybe you need to see what he looked like as a puppy?
But wait there’s also: