One of the first pictures we ever took of Fred, probably three or more years ago. My wife asked if she could get a dog, and I said sure as long as it wasn't small, hairy, smelly, or yappy. Zero out of four ain't bad, right? He's one awesome little guy, and I'm glad my wife didn't go along with my big-dog plan. If nothing else I'm only required to pick up small droppings while walking them. Thanks, baby!