Four years ago today we adopted a black and white streak of a dog. At the time, he was named Split because at the Marin Humane Society he would split whenever they opened his cage. And then he was Bobby. And then — and ever since — he was Happy Dingo.
Happy circa 2003:
Happy April 2006:
Thanks for being such a great ambassador to humans and keeping life interesting, Happy! You have many fans. (I think Peter, Niki, Karen, and Jack probably qualify as the unofficial presidents of your fan club.)