This story isn’t about this photo, but I just thought he looked very handsome. Last night I stretched out upside down with my head next to Brady near the foot of the bed. We were gently playing and he was getting scratches and we were just having fun. I rolled backwards so my head was temporarily hanging of the bed and Brady lost. his. shit. He stepped solidly on top of me, as if to keep me from falling, then grabbed my wrist in his mouth, not to bite, but to pull me away from the edge of the bed. Once I was “safe,” he stayed standing on me, licking my face and neck and ears, for a solid three minutes. Then resolutely laid down between me and the edge of the bed, as if I could not be trusted. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen him do.