I'm a bit behind, sorry. Things have been hectic. I believe I might have mentioned poo and spew once or twice this week? But I couldn't let Fathers Day slip by completely without a little tribute to the K-Dog. My beloved goofball, my brilliant buddy and the absolute centre of our little tribe.
This guy! This Dad! Luckily I had a few really bad boyfriends in my time so I am objectively able to appreciate my luck in finding and breeding with such a good specimen.
Keith is the best kind of old-fashioned, post-feminist family man. He adores his babies. He's incredibly tolerant. Kind and funny. Will dance like a fool with no provocation. Not only that, he spends his work day using his big fat brain to find ways to save all our sorry asses with solar energy.
He can tell a story that goes for weeks, when Ivy lets him get a word in.
Never gets tired of wandering the world with his little people.
Gives good cuddle.
And so far, has managed two annual father-daughter camping trips with friends Tristan and Talia.
Plus, he has a bum like two puppies fighting under a blanket. Happy Fathers Day, Keith! We love you this much.