Pax

Have I mentioned this dog is perfect? And I’m madly in love? He and I are codependent. If I’m on the property, he believes he MUST have access to me. Doors and gates can’t be closed. He’ll whine, cry, and even try to chew his way through to get to me. And yet, if I leave completely, he has no issues. He misses me and waits for me, but he doesn’t display any real anxiety. To be fair, I’m as dependent as he is. I complain if he doesn’t sleep on my bed, and I whine about missing him when I haven’t yet driven out of the driveway.

His first year of life is documented in Raising a Clicker Puppy.

This is one of my very favorite photos of Pax. His first bath — still with his breeder. He’s just too cute wrapped in this fluffy blue towel.

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Another picture from his early life in the litter. His breeder sets up a playroom with planks and bridges and toys and swings. It’s enough to wear a guy out!

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This was early December, 2001, during his first month at home with us. It’s hard to believe he was ever that small.

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Pax attended a doggy daycare once a week for the first year of his life. This is a photo from his first day. That slide was scary!

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I just love this photo. It was taken on Pax’s second birthday. I just love those apples.

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Pax in his natural environment: sacked out on my bed.

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Pax in the buttercups.

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Pax is a water dog. Nothing in life makes him happier than playing in water. I took this and the next couple of shots one day when I had the hose out.

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More water fun.

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And more. Wild water Pax!

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Lounging on the porch.

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This and the next photo are two more of my favorite shots. He’s truly a gorgeous boy.

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Sweet boy.

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