Viktor is six months old today. The beast. It's hard for me to remember that he's still just a baby when he's pushing seventy-five pounds and is built like a brick shithouse. He was so excited this morning, because it rained all day yesterday, and today, the sun's out, and it's warm, and he came out of his crate and put his feet up on my shoulders so he could have a hug. Happy half-birthday to him.