Ziggy, Zigman, Zig-Zig, the Zigmeister, Stinky Pete
This is my little stinky man. He will be 12 in April, which is really hard to believe. I vividly remember bringing him home at 6 weeks, when he was only about 5 inches tall. He was the most adorable puppy you’ve ever seen with his wee squishy face. He was sweet and snuggly, and prone to spastic fits of energy followed by long stretches of napping. Twelve years later, it’s the same story. He has a occaisional burst of energy followed by hours of napping, but now it’s accompanied by loud snoring and outbreaks of rancid gas. He’s still sweet and snuggly; it just takes a little more intestinal fortitude on our part. Still, he’s the greatest dog ever. I wouldn’t trade him for a thousand non-gassy, non-snoring pups. He’s my little man, our furry son, and he makes each day better just by being here. That’s why I’m entering his sweet mug in the “I Heart Faces” pet photo challenge. Because he’s one of a kind and very dearly loved.