Watson came to me a few months before I met Mary. I thought it was something of a shame that he should live with me, a bachelor, when he would clearly be a perfect family dog—one that can be trusted with the kids, no matter what kind of abuse they might accidentally dish-out.
When we found out we were having August I was happy that Watson would get to fill the role of Family Dog, even if only for a while. He's seven today. If he lives to age 12, which is a fairly long life for a big Lab (Watson's 100lbs), he'll live until August is five. I'm hoping that'll be long enough that our son will be impressed with an image of a big, happy, loving Lab as his "prototypical dog". Our family had a wonderful yellow Lab who served that role for me, and it resulted in a life-long love of dogs in general, and Labs in particular. I think we're richer for having these friends in our lives, and I hope this gentle introduction will set August up for a future of happy canine companionship.
So today it's all about Watson. A couple of pictures are here, and he has his own page, as well.
Hang out on the lawn mode:
Chase ball and swim mode:
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