I love this dog.
Don’t get home nearly enough to spend time with him.
Cash is going on 8 (I think).
He’s an old man who still likes to run around. I haven’t been home 4 hours, and he’s already slobbered all over me, knocked me over and played in the water hose while I washed the patio down.
He obeys me when I tell him not to run off. We weren’t in the front yard 3 minutes before he decided he wanted to smell like grass.
Cash lives with the folks. Would have taken him with me when I moved to Bryan, but JoePa (roommate) got a pup named Farley.
Farley’s adorable, but there’s only room for one dog in my heart.
I’m thankful for a lot this Thanksgiving. My family and my friends, furry or not.