I can hardly believe how little he used to be! When we brought him home, I could hold him in one hand. It's been fun to watch his personality develop.
He loves to snuggle, and can often be found napping (or just waking up from a nap!)
And a few of my favorites over the past few years:
One of the reasons Dave loves him: Yarbo's willingness to nap with us through any Bear's game.
Side note: I always said I wouldn't be one of "those" people who dresses up their dog in little outfits all the time. I do love this jersey, but in my defense, it was a gift!
And proof that I love him: As many times as he has shown interest in my coffee, from eating beans dropped on the floor, to just drinking straight out of my mug before I can catch him (gross!), he still gets to live with us.
I think the time when Yarbo really cemented himself into my heart was last year though. All through the battle with cancer, I was in such pain, and Yarbo would just lay carefully right next to me. He was so gentle, as if he sensed the pain I was in. He would nuzzle my hand while I cried, and refused to leave my side after surgeries.
I know he's "just" a dog, and he definitely drives me nuts sometimes, but I can't imagine life without him.
Happy Birthday Yarbo!