Charger was born on Super Bowl Sunday, January 96. Therefore, being San Diego Chargers fans, he got his name.
At four months, he was so small and seemed so innocent. I spoiled him rotten. He loved to run in the woods and on the beach, even though at the time he was the smallest dogs there.
Now at one year, Charger could spend all day lying on the deck in the sun, or playing with sticks (branches from my bushes unfortunately). He still loves the beach, but now he's the biggest dog there. He actually goes in the water now too.
