S-Loup Garou

Loup is love. He leans in with all his silly-softness—be it car rides where he yells in dismay at stop signs/lights or screams with excitement when we turn into the Marina parking lot, hiking adventures where he squeals with delight when any deer pass nearby, or your legs with all of his weight pressed against you in a “falling for you sometimes even literally” hug. He loves plowing snow with his face, is prone to *major* zoomies, and occasionally thinks he is a lapdog. I love him so.