I always wanted a brother. OK, no, that's a lie. I really didn't. Because boys aren't nice, and you can't share clothes with them. But I got a brother anyway, in canine form. Ozzie (Oswald, Oswaldian, Osdorf, Waldo, Ozzie-Boo, etc., etc.) turns one-year-old today.
He's a whole dog now!
And in honor of the occasion, I've arranged a sort of Ozzie Montage, if you will, so we can reflect on his time as The Family Dog.