Oh Spanky! We're getting psyched up to share our last morning at the barn with the Spankster, Spank-Man, Spank-o-Rama tomorrow. Our joy boy has been matched with a new home and his big drive into the sunset will be here in a flash. Sigh. We'll have to get up early and follow him around with our camera paparazzi style, and capture as many "lasts" as we can until he shoves his fat head into our shins and begs up a different game.
We can say we knew you when you were just a horny, confused and truly obnoxious teen in the Berkeley city kennels. What a difference a semester in 'barn school' makes. Sigh.