
Pre-peg board crate. He always slept like a leaping pony. This is a 42x28 crate he insists is too small.

Smoking a pipe… er… I mean buffalo horn…

Pretending he's a tucan?

"Not another Starbucks visit mom!"

Normal day with Jakai….

"Why don't you want to stare at my butt while I chew mom?"

Mr. H: "Got your nose!"

This is how we chill… crossed paws and tongue out a la Miley Cyrus.

Tears a hole in my sheets and has the nerve to stick his tongue out at me.

Getting taller! Ignore the crap on the counters.

This needs a caption…

So proud he found his bone he had to force his way between my legs as I was walking to show me.

His new "office" space. Insists this is the best spot to answer emails.

A Happy 4th Dog.

Me: "well if you didn't insist on licking wounds raw we wouldn't need this."

Mr. H: "Iz can haz off now?"


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