My little pony.

Before moving back to South Florida...we decided it was time for a dog. I'm still not quite sure how we decided on a bloodhound....I do remember the hub asking me if I was ok with a "big dog"..of course, I respond...why not?
This is Bubba on our drive home from Colorado to Florida.

Such a sweet little nugget. So wrinkly and adorable.

This is Bubba now.

Adorable yes....but a tad bit larger. A little over 100 lbs now, I had no idea what big dog truly meant. My grandmother not so fondly refers to him as "the pony"...and truly, she is not so far off.

However large and full of slob and goobe he is...I just cant get enough of my little pony. He fills my each and everyday with love....exhaustion, frustration, worry, and confusion...but so much love.