This is what he looked like when I first brought him home:
Then he got bigger:
And finally all grown up:
The trouble is he doesn't act like he's all grown up and he is now SEVEN years old. Plenty old enough to know that counter surfing is NOT okay. Neither is pulling the lint out of the garbage in the bathroom. Or rummaging about in the cat boxes. And definitely not eating empty cereal boxes (there might be a crumb or two left...), all the pears in the bowl (even though the bowl was pushed way back into a corner), a nearly empty box of sugar, toothpaste,
Thankfully he leaves the cans behind, crushed and scattered around the living room, and for a second, looking at him, I think, my God! He's seven freaking years old?! Can't he finally grow up and behave? But then I look at him again and that face (so kissable), and all I can manage is a half-hearted, "Jeez, Jonah..." Because the fact is, he's never going to grow up. He just isn't, and anyway, he's only going to be here for a short while so why waste a lot of time scolding him for stuff he can't help? Why not just make all his years as happy as possible? Which I think is ultimately a pretty good idea.
So, yeah. That's the story of my dog, Jonah, who isn't very well-behaved - but he is very much loved.