Chewbacca "Chewy" The Monster

When Pat Jackson and I moved from downtown STL apartment into our own house one of the first things that I had been wanting to get is a puppy. But when I said puppy, I meant something very tiny and cute. In order to get a puppy, I had to play by Pats rules. "If we get a dog, it has to be a black lab like, Rocky." Rocky was Pat's childhood dog that pretty much grew up with him. He had a white spot on his chest and when we went to pick out a puppy, Chewy was the only one that had a white spot on his chest. Pat fell in love with him at first site. We got him when he was 5 weeks old. My mother brought him for me as an early Christmas present. That was September. Almost 9 months and 80 pounds later,  we have a huge lovable monster. Well, he was not so lovable today...when I took him out this morning there was another little dog in our yard. Chewy went insane. He wanted to play with this little dog, and he wouldn't listen to me or let me lead him back into the house. Long story-short, Chewy end up dragging me across the yard, TWICE! The first time I fell onto this concrete slab that is about 6 by 8ft that is kind of in the middle of our yard. Cut up my left palm, and my have gashes on my right wrist and elbow. Of course I ended up letting go the leash and he ran into the woods with the little dog. When I finally got a hold of him, he wouldn't go anywhere I wanted him to go and somewhere in the mess of going back the house I was drug into some mud. This morning has been a bad adventure from the start. (We are also having problems with water in our basement)

 

I took this today. I think he knows I am not happy with him today.

 

But how could I stay mad at this face? 

 I miss when he was this size.

I am also pretty sure that he still thinks he is this size.