O, Romeo!

He arrived in the summer of 2018, in a crate with his brother, all the way from the East Coast. 

"His name is Romeo!" announced Quinn. (After the villain in PJ Masks. Had the dog been a girl, she would have been "Luna".) 

He was less than 20 pounds then, and about the size of a large purse. 

His teeth were needle sharp, to which holes my pants are an attestation. Best of all, he was lazy. Lazy! He slept. And when we went walking, we dared not go more than 50 yards from home because you'd have to carry him back.

Quinn did everything with Romeo. 

We even took him to church! And he was blessed on the Feast Day of Saint Francis of Assisi.

When Quinn went to Wyoming, Romeo went too. 

Thank goodness he grew out of his laziness! It would have been a big problem if we had to carry a 50 pound dog on our hikes.

He became Quinn's play friend. But he didn't reciprocate much... 

Until it involved a game of chase!

And this is when Quinn declares her hate for her best dog! Ah, what a love-hate relationship they have. 

O, Romeo, Romeo! 

Thou art my Romeo!