That's us participating in the potato race at the Tinui Horse Sports (it's a bit crappy because it's pre-digital days and so a photo of a photo). I loved him so much I had him shipped down here when I moved from Northland. Poor bugger didn't know what struck him when the first winter here, it snowed.
Topper and me were together for seven years. I still miss him, and last night I dreamed about him, and woke up with tears on my pillow. Now I'm thinking about those days. Look how happy I look in that picture.