The last photo in the previous post made me realize how Bowdu was never shy about spreading out and taking up space, once he got comfortable. I’ve got a lot of pictures of him in similar positions because I find his precious belly to be so darn irresistible. It’s his namesake after all!
That’s an old photo retrieved from the Taiwan archives. Bowdu was a year old, and it’s interesting to see how much of his dark mask remained. In contrast, the underside of his muzzle is clearly white now, though if you look carefully, the skin underneath his chin is still dark.
And I still miss that awesome, plushy, gaudy blanket.