I'm not going to lie. Sometimes I miss this fuzzy little twelve-pound puppy:
Henry - Summer 2009
Henry - Fall 2011
Today we have a very high energy, very friendly fifty-five pound dog. And as much as I miss the fuzzy little puppy, I definitely appreciate the fact that he can stay home alone and so long as we don't leave the kitchen trash out, he leaves our stuff alone.
(Famous last words, I'm sure.)
