A few images of this handsome fellow in northern Colorado.
His mate had a bit of an injury to one of her legs so he made sure to stay close and keep an eye on her and their kits. This of course included keeping watch on the photographer.
Just like any dad, his primary role seemed to be as a guardian but he still made time to play with the kids.
This is my eighth Father’s Day without my dad and while the pain has eased with time, it is the holidays, the birthdays and the anniversaries that are the hardest. I only hope that I am half the man my dad was and am as good of a father to my kids as he was to me and my siblings. Miss you, Pa!
