
Muddy is his own guy, but he can resemble Huck more and more as he ages. In certain light, or certain stances, I take a double look. I'm so glad we brought Muddy home - the thought was that as Huck aged, and we knew would pass on some day, we would have a younger version to keep us happy, and mindful of his old brother. But the two are very different, which as it should be.
Once you stare into chocolate eyes surrounded by chocolate fur, you can never get over it.
Happy birthday, dear Muddy, there will be extra bowl licking tonight-if we can keep your elderly, blind one-eyed brother pug away for long enough.