First, a little exposition:
Before Pickles, there was Louis. A black lab, Louis was big, quiet, gentle and perhaps known best for the things he didn’t do (or rarely did): bark, run, fetch, roughhouse, beg, or chew. He amassed a few toys before we realized that he didn’t really play with them, but he did keep them collected under his bed and would diligently put them away after a visiting dog – or child – played with them.
Now for Chatham’s story:
After taking care of Louis one morning, our friend Joann decided that Chelsea, her golden, needed a brother, and that he should be a black lab. Enter Chatham. Joann stopped coming to Pooch Park shortly after Chatham’s arrival. Turns out that he was – and still is – the anti-Louis.
Perhaps a rose is a rose is a rose, but not all black labs are the same.
Thanks to Chatham and Joann for sharing this picture and letting us share the memory of Louis.