Tall dogs rock

I think I’m starting to like Rocky a little bit more. He has grown several inches since he came to live with us and he can reach things I could never reach. This morning he scored us some sweet potatoes and Brussels sprouts for breakfast. Delicious (but I’m feeling a little bit gassy now). Sometimes he gets us things to play with off the top of the counter in the bathroom. And a couple of days ago he got us a great hat to tear up from Dad’s dresser. Plus he always shares. I’m not so good at sharing.