I have always, always been a dog person. My parents had a dog before I was born, and they were a steady presence throughout my life in Hendrum. I wanted V to know how awesome dogs could be, and so in June of 2011, we found ourselves Seven. It feels like he was meant for us, and V refers to him as her “almost brother,” because she knows that he’s as close as she’ll get to a sibling.
I really, truly, could not have asked for a better dog. (Well, he does occasionally poop in the house. So if he would stop that, that would be better….). He’s quiet with people he knows, barks at those he doesn’t, and adores his almost sister. He’s smart and quirky and just pure good wrapped in fluff. I would eat him up, I love him so.