Four years ago today, a wee pup rescued from the streets of Tulsa, Oklahoma joined our family. We named him Taz, figuring if he was being good we could call him Razzamataz and if he was being bad we could refer to him as Tazmanian Devil. But it's pretty much been Taz - quick just like he his. When he arrived in our home he did not know what a doorway was - or a treat or a toy. His favorite food was bark off a tree (or a nibble of baseboard). Since those days he has fully embraced treats, toys, dog food and people food - and his family which he has wrapped tightly 'round his dewclaw. Just how much do we enjoy that little pup? Here's a glimpse:
2011
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| Wee Taz...home |
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| So wee, we had to shovel a path to the backyard for him! |
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| Mister Mischief Taz |
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| Taz has learned where the crumbs land! |
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| Taz monitoring baking - & crumbs |
2012
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| No better toy than an old shoe! |
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| ...or the foot itself! mmmm tasty! |
2013
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| Taz, the Urban Herding grad! |
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| Taz knows it's his Christmas stocking! |
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| Taz meets Lake Michigan |
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| Taz, the let's go for a run anytime anywhere sprinter! |
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| Taz, the Canine Classic racer! |
2014
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| Post-run relaxation in the leaf pile |
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| Taz and his people buddies |
2015
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| Taz and his Jackson buddy |
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| Taz, the king of the mountain |
NOW!!!!
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| Taz - Pure Joy! |
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