Duke

We've adopted a 4 year old yellow lab named Deuce.  I didn't particularly like the name, and since he's my dog I renamed him "Duke".  He was scheduled to go under the knife last weekend to remove his manhood, but he was saved by a bout of nasty diarrhea.  Unfortunately for him, the procedure is rescheduled for next weekend, although when I talk to him about it he doesn't seem too upset.  Actually, now that I think about it, maybe THAT'S why he has diarrhea!  I mean, how would I feel if I was being threatened with joining the Eunuch club?  I'd have the runs too!

  He is possibly the best-natured dog I've ever known (certainly that I've ever owned).  Everyone he meets is a friend, and he's quickly learning that dog biscuits seem to magically appear every time he accompanies me into stores.  For the first two days he rode everywhere with me in my truck, and he would fall asleep almost as soon as we started moving.  The family who gave him up for adoption just moved here from Florida, but he acts like he's been around snow his whole life.  Last time I checked, it doesn't snow too regularly in the sunshine state. 
He needs to put on some weight, but besides that he's an awesome dog for a mountain man :)