I promised you photos, so I might as well get started with it, right? This picture is here to show you that if I might end up taking a puppy it would not be my first dog ever. This was my first dog. I grew up begging for a dog but did not get one until I was sixteen or so. And I think I got it because I was really, really, really depressed at the time. I do not want to dwell in that memory, so I’m not telling the story unless somebody really wants to hear it. But I got the dog, and it was a great dog. It has been dead for several years now, but I still remember him.