This is my favorite picture of Dudley.
Today is the fourth anniversary of our officially adopting Dudley. (He didn't actually come to stay until the 28th, because I had some terrible flu, so he stayed with his foster family for a few extra days.) But this was the day we met him; the day he first came to visit Shakes Manor and walked in looking all nervous and confused; the day he leaned his long self against our legs for the first time.
It was just supposed to be a meet-and-greet, and a chance to test him out with our cats. Iain and I were in firm agreement that we weren't going to make any decisions that night.
Two hours later, all the paperwork had been filled out and the check for the adoption fee had been written. He was our dog. There was no use even pretending otherwise.
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As always, please feel welcome and encouraged to share pix of the fuzzy, feathered, or scaled members of your family in comments.
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