This guy turned 10 today. Sort of. Richard and I rescued Brody (known on AP as BazingaDog) as a 4-5 month-old puppy. No one knows his real birthday but March 1 should be pretty close.
Black dogs have a harder time finding families, and it probably didn't help that his foster family nicknamed him Bazinga. In those early days, we told people Brody was a Lab/Demon mix. He grew up to become a big, handsome bundle of love, personality and occasional devious ideas. He is greying now - as am I - but today I'm remembering his first few months with us and hoping we have many more adventures to come.
Taken this weekend - relaxing near his $200 dog bed to remind me that I spent too much on it.
Right after he joined our family. He eventually grew into his tongue. Look at that devilish face!
It was easy to crate train him - although he wouldn't go *inside* the crate for the first month or two.
We took Mocha to the rescue place to make sure she approved of this little puppy. They played happily but she was *not* pleased when we brought him home. After 10 days of icy relations, she carried over a tug-of-war rope and placed the other end in his mouth so they could play. I cried. They became very close for the rest of her life although Mocha preferred these early days before her little brother outweighed her by 50%.
One of many wonderful things about my Dad is that he was the kind of person who would photograph a puppy he found on his kitchen table before asking him to get down.
Poor Brody got 53 quills in his nose and mouth. And if Richard hadn't stopped him from lunging toward the porcupine a second time, there would have been more!
Even at 7 months old, Brody could take up an entire love seat.
Brody's first Christmas - 2011.