Only one photo from last week, but that's ok. This guy deserves his own post. Storm turned TWELVE on 11/15. I can't even believe it. So many years have gone by since we went to an art fair and came home with the big guy. Seriously, that's what happened. The local shelter happened to be there. He was just sitting in the middle of the sidewalk, all chill, and so handsome. 10 months old. We were his third house. To this day, I can't figure out why anyone in their right mind would give him up -- and the only reason I can think of is that he was just meant to be part of our family. We weren't looking to get a dog, but the idea of not going home with him was not an option. We just knew he had to be ours. He's still got a lot of spunk in his old age, but I'm not going to lie, it's not easy watching him grow old. We all love him so much. Except maybe Brian at times, when Storm hops into bed at 3am and lays his 80# body on top of him and snores so loud I'm surprised it doesn't wake up the neighborhood. Anyhow, here's to turning twelve Storm! Hope you enjoyed your frosted doggie cookie <3
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