When I was nine

I met my first basset hound. This was our family's dog, Napoleon. Circa 1967. He was a sweet boy who lived to be about twelve. He was my first big crush. He wasn't as good of a kisser as Bongo. But then, who could be? This photo was taken in my grandparent's back yard, dunno who the other dog is. click on the photo and you'll get a good look at the boy.