Ronin will be 9 years old tomorrow. NINE!
I remember when we first got this guy. It was at the lowest-low of my grief journey. I rescued a HUGE 10 month old flatcoat retriever: a 100 lb puppy.
Being a puppy, he did puppy things such as dig up my yard and chew up things (like my favorite sundress). Meanwhile, the boy who I’d hoped would be home more was still running around town getting into mischief.
Fortunately, he is now a fantastic and lovable dog. These days, his worst shenanigans is his ear infections.