He looks exactly like this puppy pic from his breeder, only 50 pounds bigger. Sorry we haven’t been able to get a really good picture of him yet. He’s been sleeping a lot and it still pains him to lie down and stand up. They were too severe on the inside of his hind legs. Last night, he slept from 10 pm to 11:59 am, blowing off breakfast entirely.
But he has this thing he does, where he comes out to the couch, slides past Lady Laird and backs his butt onto the cushions between us. Hasn’t done that since the haircut. Three times today. The last time he did his signature move, where he follows some ecstatic rump scratching with a turnaround that curls him up on the couch between us.
Then he does a little kissing of us and the signature deerhound groan of contentment. Stillness and peace.
Sorry. It’s complicated. I’d let it go, but this is his site. And it’s Father’s Day.
Happy Father’s Day to all of you dads, especially the ones with human bairns. I know you have it immeasurably tougher than I do.