When we picked this guy (i.e. when he scrambled into my lap and started licking me with irresistible puppy breath), the SPCA told us he was a "lab/cocker spaniel mix." Sixty pounds later, there is nary a cocker trait in sight, unless you count the occasional lack of bladder control when he is spooked by the Husband or other Large Brown Men. Happy birthday to my officemate, hiking buddy and lap warmer. Thank you for guarding the house and tolerating the Wee One. May you always have a cat to chase, a hand to lick and just a little piece of cheese.
His Highness as a young pup
Milo's S*&%-eating grin (this is a literal definition)
Optimal Dinnertime Positioning (I'm pretty sure that puppy has since been eaten, thus confirming reports of viscious Labrador cannibalistic tendencies)
Note the absolute lack of any Cocker Spanielish tendencies. (This look means, "Squirrel?" or "Cheese?")
Running With His Pack
