what a cutie
Mario!!

Where he lived, my brother was allowed to have a cat, but not a dog. He
came home one day carrying a tiny ball of fluff in his hands.
I took one look and said, "Chris, that is not a cat."

That ball of fluff is now almost thirteen years old. He's still a ball of fluff.
And he's definitely not a cat.
Sleeping. Almost.

He was trying to sleep
anyway.
Happy Boy!

I love it when he smiles. He knows I
have a Milk Bone in my hand. I was
reading Terry Blackstock's book,
and he kept pestering me to get up
and get him a treat. I relented. That's
why he's smiling.
Little Begger

He's sitting pretty, waiting for
his Milk Bone.
Duck Dog

He's wearing his
Oregon Ducks
sweatshirt.

Go Ducks!!
Squeaky Toy

He loves his toys, but hates it when
they squeak.
Waiting

He's standing in front of the cabinet
where we kept his Milk Bones.
New Haircut

I think he liked it at first, but we were cracking up.
It was hot that summer in Pennsylvania, so I'm sure he
appreciated his new do, but with all the hair around his neck
shaved, it made his head look twice as big.
By now I think he's figured out
that we're laughing at him and
not with him.

But, we all got over it.
Why Is It So Cold?

His first taste of snow. The Blizzard of
'96. This was when we still lived in
Pennsylvania.
First Day At the Beach

You should have seen him. Being
a Pennsylvania boy, he had no
idea what all that gray, gritty dirt
was. I kept telling him, "Don't eat
the sand. Don't drink the water."
But he had to learn it for himself.
Just a Wee Pup

One of my life's regrets
(and I don't have many)
is not taking about a
quabozillion more
pictures of Mario when
he was just a puppy.
What was I waiting for?
Regrets

Yup. I wish we would have
taken
many more pictures
of him, especially when my
brother first brought him
home. Oh well.
So Much Snow!

We got almost three feet that winter. At first he wasn't sure
he liked it, then when he figured out it was harmless, you
should have seen him bounding through it.
Hairy Eyeball

I always wonder what dogs
are thinking when they
lower their heads and give
their loving masters that
hairy eyeball.
Back In Oregon

We grew up in Pennsylvania, but
moved to Florence, Oregon, in 1979.
In the early '90s, we moved back east
for a few years, but it was so nice to
return to Oregon. This was our first
day back, in 1996. That's my brother,
my niece, and me playing in the surf
at Lincoln City. Oh, yes, and Mario
too. (My sister-in-law, Thess, is
taking the picture.)
Mmmmm . . .

That's pizza he's staring at . . . waiting for
us to look away for just a second . . .
Friends

Gotta love 'em.
A Wee Bit Cold

As much as he likes to be out
and about with us, I think, at
this moment, he may want to
be home where it's a wee bit
warmer.
This Is More Like It!

Definitely a happy boy—out
and about with the fam.
Don't Give Us That Look

How else do you expect us
to keep you clean?
Old and Gray

But still a pup at heart.
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