I had to take Guinness to a new vet today, and the vet is never one of Guinness’ favorite places to visit. In Seattle, the first time at the vet, he walked in with me all happy and excited, took one look, whirled around and ran smack into the door. Many times has he been dragged to the back rooms. Poor big baby.
I wanted to share some of my favorite moments from Guinness’ four years. I still remember walking into the house in Nevada for the first time and having that little fur ball come up and greet me.
And I’m not going to even apologize for the huge photo post. Because G is adorable.