Heath is my gentle boy with a heart of gold --- and absolutely no sense of personal space. He's what I lovingly call a stage 3 clinger and I wouldn't have it any other way. If he's not glued to my side, he's probably cuddled up with his lobster (we have two in case Reign steals one), hoping I'll carry him around like he's still 8 weeks old.

Heath is calm, kind, and truly one of the sweetest dogs I've ever known. He's never met a stranger, rarely makes a peep, and finds joy in the little things --- like licking out yogurt containers before I toss them. He loves everyone, but make no mistake: I'm his person. Well... me and the lobster.