Because I know you've missed pictures of my favorite shithead.
Unlike some other blogs, I won't be putting a modesty patch on my dog. Because he's a dog. If you can't handle seeing dog bits, there's probably something going on that only intensive mental health care can assist you with.
He really enjoys checking out what's going on through the drive through window at Starbucks. The face he makes when he realizes that none of that goodness is going into his mouth is absolutely priceless. A more disappointed mug you never did see.