My little baby puppy, deemed me "girl with the dog" 7 years ago at the same apartment complex that I would meet my husband at, is all growed up. 7 long yet incredibly short years old! He was just a wee little thing, my pride and joy, and originally not mine. My roommate at the time made the decision to bring him home (he was born in Oklahoma!) and after some inappropriate doggy handler behavior, I announced him mine, paid for his vet bills, and took him home to my parents house. Where he's never left, and now that their house is empty, has made himself quit comfortable sharing my parents bed at night. //October when we first got him!// //Being goofy//baby snuggles// For anyone that knows me or has met me, they know that I talk about my dog a lot. Or I post a lot of pictures of him. Sorry not sorry. He's my Kiefy Baby. //Hey Mom!//little babyyyy// Kiefer loves tennis balls and licking the back of your legs as he walks by. He is scare...