Yesterday's post got me to thinking. Although I have many shots of Boz demurely lowering his eyes, it's wrong to say he never looks at the camera. There are moments when he feels lordly enough to stare it down or, in this case, just look at it.
I love him madly. I love every wrinkle on his head. I love his hairless spots, his golden toes and the white hairs now sprouting on his muzzle. I love his sweet disposition and the way he smells. Mostly I love his friendship. Of course he's not the only love in my life.
When we got him from Boxer Rescue we thought we were rescuing a dog.
Bonus: our little family.