December 1, 2005

A boy and his dog

We adopted Taz in August of 2003, when he was the same age as our oldest son (then 16 months old). The two were fast friends from the get-go. The top photo quickly became a typical scene around the house. We still get lots of laughs when friends see Taz lay down- almost ALWAYS "froggy style".


Layman said...

You mistitled this post. It should have been "A Dog and His Boy."

Sleep-Deprived said...

That is probably true, but I imagine we've heard "Can Taz come home" more often than my folks have heard Taz ask to go home! Then again, he did try to stow away in the van last time.