Swear we don't beat him!

This is our dog-son. He is adopted and just the sweetest fluffiest little nugget! When my Love is in Alaska in the summer this muffin is my BFF, boyfriend, dog, protector, and mood lifter. Either because of this, or because of how he has always been even before we found him at the shelter, he genuinely worries about a LOT. Examples: the cats being outside where he can't look after them, the noises I make when cooking/eating/watching the x files, watching us cook, when our neighbors get rowdy, etc. His brow? Definitely furrowed more than most. He is so cute with the cats too (wow, I pity bystanders when we have kids as clearly I will never shut the fuck up about them) and his BFF is the younger one who thinks he is a dog. The cat (Marcel) idolizes his dog-brother and tries to mimic him. Except Marcel can be a real asshole (is his car-ness coming out?) and the dog never is. I took these pictures last night and I swear it wasn't like "punch punch punch" and then we snapped a picture. We were wooing him with bits of organic trade-free dog treats (okay, carrots........okay, potato chips. But in our defense they were minuscule pieces and they were Zapps! Nothing but the best for our dog!) and still he was like "what's going on? Are you ok? What do you need me to do?" that little pup is just makes my heart all squishy with love.

Editors note: the dog is 56 pounds of pure muscle and curly fur. I don't know why I keep referring to him as "little" when he is clearly not. But I still hold him like he is a wee nugget.