Our three boys chillin on the couch.
Winston, a rescue is a 3 year old King Charles Cavalier Spaniel. He's our newest edition. Rippy, who's official name is Rip Surf Pipeline, is an eight year old brindle boxer. We've had him since he was about a year old. Buster is far right. Another Boxer. We've had him since he was a pup. The most amazing dog I have ever known. He was diagnosed with cancer on August 25th. The Vet told me his life would be measured in weeks. He doesn't know Buster. He'll be ten next month.
Buster used to let himself out of the house all the time. He would stand up, grab the door knob with both paws, turn it and walk backward to open the door. On several occasions he climbed out of kennels. I took him to a kennel one time and told them that he will get out if they're not careful. They said, "we've dealt with clever dogs before". I said, "they are amateurs compared to Buster". When I picked him up they agreed. The girl said, "he kept getting out so I watched to see how he was doing it". He would go in the corner where he figured he'd have the best leverage and climbed, pulling himself up with his front paws and pushing with his back paws. The pads on his feet clinging to the chain link fence. Over the years I've seen him do so many incredible things I can't keep track. I will miss him immensely.
That couch is kinda the dog couch. My wife won't sit on it but I consider myself one of the pack so I chill on it all the time. And the boys don't like it when I do. Except for Winston, he still fits.
