Being back home in Apple Valley (MN) means morning coffee with mom, home cooked meals and dogs. Lots of dogs. Hear a dog, hair from dog, everywhere these frickin’ dogs. If I were to approximate, I’d say there’s about 300 pounds of dog at our house. When I was growing up we had Sonny, the original gangster lab. Sonny was our Marley; we were a “normal” family with three boys, one dog, and X cats (where X is a rotating number between 1-6).
With the worldly departure of the Son-dog and the geographic departure of my older brother and I, my parents decided to start collecting dogs. Jackson, a fiery yellow lap-dog lab came first and was followed by Jameson, a lab of the White English variety. He’s the most gentle and laid back lab ever and I imagine him sounding like a dopier version of the Geico Gecko. Then they adopted Molly, a rescued “labradoodle.” Other words that immediately discredit one’s masculinity: owie, tinkle and giggles. Finally, my folks agreed to take in Sophie, an absolute angel of a beagle. Despite the hair and the noise and the slobber, these are the best dogs around. Here’s a quick look, a.k.a. cute dog pictures. (Forgot to add “cute” to the list.)