That’s not my underwear picture…
Tuffy was a goofball. I got him as a surrender, the vet thought he had acid reflux. He was way underweight at 14lbs (he ended up being big for a pug).
This picture is like a couple weeks into our friendship. He was tuckered out from being on the boat at the cabin all weekend. He used to sit on my lap when I drove, but he was so tired he laid back into my arms on the drive home and slept like that with his arm on mine.
Turned out he had a blockage in his digestive system and our 13 year friendship almost never was, but the doc did a really good job.
I just found the picture yesterday and it’s my favorite one of us.