He's only three months old and he grunts happily when you rub his belly and he chews on everything, people included, with his little, razor-sharp baby teeth.
Dave got down on the floor to play with him and Crunch, now a venerable old boy, looked on and wondered when the tiny, annoying interloper was going home.
Little does he know.
When Crunch came, twelve or so years ago, he was ten months old. A couple of months after getting him, Judi and Paul packed up and went for a month on safari to Africa, and I got to stay with Crunch.
I spoiled him rotten (refused to crate him the way Judi wanted me to (and Paul told me recently that now Judi claims that she never crated him, which--ha!), gave him treats whenever he wanted, fed him tons of yummy things that he was not allowed to have, took him on long, long walks and stayed in the park as long as he wanted, played tug of war and chase with him around the backyard) and we became best pals.
This is us back in the day, during that month we spent together:
Now he's a little old man and where does time go again?
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