This is Dusty. He was given to me on my tenth birthday, September 18, 1986. He passed away on December 12, 2003. He's buried underneath our deck here at the condo. He was a wonderful friend. These photos were taken within a week of getting Dusty. You can see why we named him that. And, yeah, that's me.





my brother's legs, Dusty would always attack everyone's legs



Here he is with my step brother. Not sure how old he is here, but, these next few were in South Carolina, so, he wasn't three, yet. I think he was just about a year maybe. His markings were really distinct.



You can see his color is already changing....



don't laugh, i had a perm. it was just what you did back then. and, you can see he's getting kinda chunky.





more coming....