Whenever Lynne’s dog Paco is at The Compound, his favorite thing in the world is being held by Tom. I always say he’s trying–futilely–to take our late dachshund Pete’s place. I’m not sure how often Pete’s paws actually touched the ground the first couple of years of his life. Tom was always holding him, unless Pete was walking Tom on a leash. Nobody had any doubt that Tom was Pete’s favorite, or that Pete was the boss.
Here they are in 1989 taking a nap on the couch.
How young they are!
For sure. It’s always strange for me now to see photos of Tom with a moustache and without glasses.
A very special photo!
Love my guy and dogs. =)
I laughed twice at this. That huge plastic flea collar. And my shirt is blue, not green.
Looks green to me. But that doesn’t surprise you.
Aww! Such a sweet photo. I would like a Dachshund. Poppy is rapidly becoming Chris’ dog, although she’s meant to be Ashley’s. I think Poppy likes the tummy rubs he gives!
I am partial to those little doxies. They’re so cute. How are Poppy and Scruff getting along?