We got him at 7 weeks old from a guy in anchorage. Tanner boy came with the name as the guys dad had one just like him, with the white spot on his chest. The 12 other pups were labeled with colors. Tanner had a story, so we chose him.
We lived in a small house with a small yard. So every day after work I would grab a 6 pack and Tanner Boy. We would take a drive down to Beer Can Lake (cambel lake?) and take a hike around it. Season didn’t matter, we would go. -40* just meant I needed to drink the beer faster to keep it from freezing.
Once I had my own shop, he was the shop dog and sure enjoyed the extra attention. Tanner boy had GI’s that would stop in just to see him. Like a little piece of home for some of them. Never a shortage of petting or walks.
Getting closer to the selfishness coming to an end. He can’t remember ber much anymore and is starting to have trouble walking on the hardwood floor. He’s fallen down a few times lately. Remembering the good times...
Hitting post is taking me a while...hope this helps someone some day. Not sure if it’s helping me or not...it ain’t allergies this time. Fucking love this dog! It hurts