So lost in the last few months which have been marred by Luther’s deteriorating health crisis, is the fact that Lars, AKA Bar Bar has been, and continues to be a little fire cracker.
Monday was actually Lars and my 1-year anniversary, man its hard to believe that time has flown by as fast as it has.
Lars has matured in many ways since I brought him home, but one thing that has not changed is his incessant need to play and be the center of attention.
If Bar had his own way, he’d play 24 hours a day 7 days a week, skipping breakfast and dinner, in exchange for a game of tug of war or going for a good run.
Speaking of running, I have begun referring to Bar as my little Kenyan because of his love to run.
He is not the fastest dog, but has endurance superior to mine, a fact that makes it easy for him to come running with us no matter how far we go.
Lars’ guide work is, as it was when I got him, steller.
He has a tremendous pull in harness, and has, with some coaxing begun to show a better ability to slow down in “delicate” areas where the bull in the China shop mentality is bad for business.
Happy anniversary little man, the first of many, knock on wood.