Cold nose, warm heart

So if you know me at all, you know that I am a dog person.  I was raised with dogs my entire life, at least 2 or 3 at a time.  When I became a “grown-up” I fell in love with a pup of my own, and look at him – could you resist?

He lived with my parents until I moved from my college apartment into the CASA, but a full time job and a rambunctious new Golden Retriever pup didn’t quite mix.  Luckily Maximus Keen already had his grandparents wrapped around his little paw.

So Max moved to Mom and Dad’s and is living happily ever after, taking lots of agility classes and being downright spoiled along with his brother and sister.

Family Photos by Daniel Balboa – Who witnessed firsthand who runs this family now.

But that still leaves me, dog lover at heart, pup-less.  I get home for a fix pretty often, but there is still so much of me that would love to have a dog of my own running around the house and curling up with me on the couch.  Working full-time still I know that a puppy is out of the question, but more and more I’ve been considering adopting an older shelter dog.  Of course looking at the shelter website while I watch 101 Dalmatians right now is not helping.  (Sidenote: The Twilight Bark is pretty much the best thing ever.)

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