Ok. Here are a few of my puppy photos from my first home (which my first family made available to my girl).
My original name is not Stanley. I had a different name that didn't really fit my personality, and my girl knew that she would have to discover my true name. She came to get me armed with a list of old fart names to try out on me, but was partial to Stanley after hearing my bio. She thought that underneath all that fur beat the heart of a Stanley, and within the first minute of meeting me knew it was true.
I did a LOT of ROACHIN'...
I even learned to swim.
But, my biggest challenge by far, was becoming a big brother to my sissy, Stella. (You see, I had never seen what a good older sibling should be like, and I wanted to be the best big brother I could be.) It's hard to imagine life in GooberStan without her.
This goober has MANY faces, and here are just 2 of mine from this morning as my Gooberversary began!
Let the celebration BEGIN!!!!
Running like the wind and loving life in GooberStan,