A few photos of Wilson Milhous Hanson Acklin The Great, age 12. He is currently the scruffiest dog you've ever seen. This happens every winter when I wait as long as possible to get that warm blanket of grey shaved off of him. Poodles like to look "put together" so he's very irritated with me right now.
When Kevin and I brought him home to our little Capitol Hill english basement, I remember thinking, "I can't believe he's ours. Don't they know I have the maturity of a 9 year old? Isn't someone going to be making home visits to ensure we haven't sold him to a circus?"
(Oatmeal . . . so close yet so far away.)
Funny thing is, when we brought home our human children from the hospital, the exact same questions fluttered through my mind. "Are they really going to just let us walk out the door with him? We are going to put him in the car and just drive off?" Although, (for the humans) the question of the circus is still under consideration.