Picture Day – Doggy Style!

Who’s ready for some adorable pictures of the best dog in the world? Well, maybe not the best…maybe the most decent dog in the world? Yeah, that seems better. I’m not sure he wins any medals for being a spaz or for constantly digging holes in the backyard, but I don’t have any medals either, so we’re a perfect fit! So go, Picture Day! Onward!

(Here’s the links to Picture Day 1 and Picture Day 2: Vacay Edition if you really can’t get enough of my smartphone camerawork. Click on any image below to see my puppy-dog fill up your screen.)

First pictures after we got him! He climbed right up into my daughter’s lap and I thought, ‘Yay, we made the right parental decision by getting a puppy for a 2-year-old!’ It’s funny how we trick ourselves, isn’t it?

He liked to hide in the corner of the kitchen when we first brought him home. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now I know it’s because he’s a timid spaz. If only I had recognized the signs.

My husband’s family bred labradors when he was a kid and he was always sad that he couldn’t keep a yellow one…20 years later, childhood wish granted!

He almost looks like a sophisticated highbrow in this picture. We know better now.

We got him from Tucson, so I think this was the first rainfall he ever saw. He sat on the patio and contemplated his existence for awhile, like we all do in the rain from time to time. I, of course, taunted him about being a water-hating water dog. That’s my boy!

He was sad when he outgrew this hallowed spot under my daughter’s eatin’ table. His head still fits though, and that’s where he is for every human meal.

Chewing a bone. Yep. Award-winning commentary, right here.

My husband was not happy to see this picture of him on our pillows. I assured him he was only up there long enough to take a picture. I might have lied. Yep, definitely lied.

I have so many pictures of this dog sleeping that I should be a classified creeper. He’s just so cute and easy to photograph when he’s unconscious…

So that’s the pup! These pictures are from February when we first got him, so he’s much bigger now. For those who care, his name is Chester (named after the Winchesters from Supernatural and the fact that my hubby sold one of his rifles to pay for him) and he is 75% lab and 25% shepherd. He was 9 weeks old when we got him, and now he’s a whopping 7 months and huge and annoying, but I love him just the same.

In the future, I just might make Sunday an official Picture Day or something like that. Any article I try and write on Sunday always falls flat because I’m either in clean-the-house mode or let’s-laze-around-all-day mode. I guess you’ll find out next week if I’m ready for commitment like that.

Have a great Sunday and thanks for humoring my dog addiction!

-Christine B.