I just found this photo of my dog, Brad, when he was in his prime (about 2 years old or so). Check out those muscles! Now as an older gent, he has a sort of pleasant paunchy quality and lots of gray on his muzzle. Even though we have three dogs, Brad is very much MY dog. He’s like my shadow, he just sort of wanders around behind me whenever I’m at home. We also seem to share a lot of the same neuroses. He came from the city pound when he was only about 6 months old and I still remember the face he was making the first time I saw him. Aw, now I want to go pet my dog.
My next dog?
I would want the giant size, of course.