Four months before our wedding, and one month after college graduation, I decided to adopt a dog. Without much consultation from Kyle. Oops.
As you can see, he needed a bath. Not to mention a haircut.
Kyle and I are both from golden retriever families. We had always started out with puppies from breeders, not big boy orphans with baggage. And this dude - our Charlie Brown / Prince Charles / Charlie B. - has two-ish years of baggage he carries around. And the only insight we have into his past is gained from context clues.
He doesn't eat people. He doesn't pee on furniture.
In fact, he came to us house trained, and even knew hand signals.
He just has horrrrrrrrrible separation anxiety.
He's like this awesome J. Crew sweater I once found on clearance.
Missing a button or two, but still worth the buy.
We've been smitten from the start.
And with each day, week, and month, he somehow gets cuter.
And life is better with him in it.