It's so hard to believe he went from such a little dork to such a pretty fellow (albeit, with the worst clip job ever right now! sigh).
Weird haircut aside (ohmygoodnesswillitevergrow?!), this guy is my soul. I love him dearly.
We enjoyed a 3-mile, 30-minute ride last night in an absolute winter wonderland.
The trees are absolutely caked with rime ice! It's both beautiful and destructive, as several large branches are breaking and falling from the excess weight. Grif and I stuck to mostly open areas along the edge of fields last night. I grinned like a fool the whole time. It was so beautiful and ethereal to ride in that winter wonderland!
Happy eight years, buddy. Here's to many more!