Before Elly, Jake got all the attention. He was the star of this blog.
Long time readers will remember that we adopted him when he was 3 years old from Delaware Valley Golden Retriever Rescue. He was so skinny (read: underweight) when we first got him.
Jake and I would take long walks together with no destination in mind. I never had to cut his toenails; the sidewalk grinded them down for me.
Now when we go for a walk, we always stop by the playground so Elly can run off some steam. Last week, for the very first time, I had to cut his nails since he walks on the grass more than the sidewalks.
Though I mostly take photos of Elly now and post them here on the blog, I still take an occasional shot of Jake.
He is getting old on me now. He’s 9 and referred to as a senior in his breed. The white is starting to show on his face.
He’s still my boy.
