Tino was born three years ago today. He had such tiny ears. He was the size of a large burrito. I wasn’t even planning to keep him. Three years later, I can’t even begin to describe how much I love him. As a search dog, he has had ten walk up finds already. He has saved the life of Puppy, the giant white dog, twice. He plays with all the dogs, all day, everyday. Since he was three months old, he has gone to sleep every night with his spine against my chest. He is definitely crazy, and hard to handle sometimes, like his mother, but he is perfect in every way.
I have at least 30,000 pictures of him. He thinks having his picture taken is just a normal part of life. I wish he could see the photos of him, and appreciate how beautiful he is. All dogs are beautiful, of course, but Tino is very photogenic. The picture above, from today’s celebration, ranks among my top ten favorites. Below are nine more, although it is hard to choose ten favorites. I have a folder of just my best pictures of Tino, which has 105 right now.
I have at least 30,000 pictures of him. He thinks having his picture taken is just a normal part of life. I wish he could see the photos of him, and appreciate how beautiful he is. All dogs are beautiful, of course, but Tino is very photogenic. The picture above, from today’s celebration, ranks among my top ten favorites. Below are nine more, although it is hard to choose ten favorites. I have a folder of just my best pictures of Tino, which has 105 right now.
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