The picture is in my parent's home in Florida, the dog is my sister's dog, Blitz the wonder dog.
I didn't grow up with dogs in the house. My father and grandfather had hunting dogs, dogs that never crossed the threshold of the house. I was tasked with feeding them, without them escaping from the run. It was not easy, one was escape artist, the other was a nasty little thing that would try to bite the hand that fed him. Over the years I feared or loathed most of the dogs I met.
Then along comes Blitz, aka The Wonder Dog. He is sweet, well behaved and I kind of fell in love with him the first time we met. For a young dog, he is only 3 years old, I amazed at how mellow he is - I wonder what my brother in law mixes in that dog food!
Soon, I will go visit The Wonder Dog, and the rest of the people who live in that house. My sister is fun, but you really should meet her dog.