When I was a kid …
… I carried around this dumb, little dog just everywhere. No one really remembers when I got him. We just know that I was already rather attached to him when the family took a trip to Nashville when I was four or five, so we arbitrarily decided I must have received him as a present for my fourth birthday. He sleeps in a cradle handmade by my grandfather and under a little blanket that came from my great-grandmother who lived to be 105.
Photo taken: 11 January 2009
